(Listen to the poem here)
Swaying in his walking mother’s arms
The two-year old is studiously
Extracting strands of moonlight
From her long and precious hair.
Phillip Hill 2017
a place for sideways trains of thought
(Listen to the poem here)
Swaying in his walking mother’s arms
The two-year old is studiously
Extracting strands of moonlight
From her long and precious hair.
Phillip Hill 2017