Sunset brings children home:
sun bronzed, scraped,
laden with adventure,
trophies, disappointment,
lessons of the world;
unready for a bath,
a story, and bed.
And when my sunset
finally calls my old bones,
that return is set into motion
with the directness
that stops all clocks,
moves all trains,
sets all suns.
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
