Kate Barnwell - Poetry

What Words are Worth

Morning shakes off the dirty dark of night

Mesmeric eyes gaze, summoned by splendour

All the stages of the day yet unstirred

Each quarter booms, it echoes far reaches

The light leans in to blanket the features

A freshnessfalls to old and new pierced skies

To reach gracious and proud, its soul survives

The sites still stand secure in their triumphs

And the water powers the river flow

Breaking, breathing out on the banks below

With unstill sureness, frantic pulses sound

To generate warmth, to flourish surrounds

Sleepy boats bobbing as the streets soon pound

Why every sigh belongs to me, London found.



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