I’ve heard there’s a place
Overshadowed by trees
Where black water cascades to the sea
And leaves fall in grace,
Catch the light and the breeze:
Falling patterns of shadow and green.
Here where I sit
The house creaks in the night
And lamps shine discordant with light.
The night winds don’t fit
With the steel and black tar,
Rattling windows left slightly ajar.
Katherine Powell
