The Wild Hedge by Stan Phillips
The wild hedge And the roof tops beyond. The late evening sky turns gold. Almost ethereal it is with the fading of day, as I watch that patch of sky through my window.
With that glowing sky, Vincent yellow, filling me with wonder as this August fades easy into an unknowable September.
There is something wonderful about day's closing moments as night wanders slowly in. Soft evening. So gentle.
Like a sunflower turning it's head to greet each new dawn with a sigh of hope. Stan Phillips 2020 ©
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 18 -
