Corvine 1

There is a jackdaw knocking on the glass
While in the tree his nest awaits the spring

We share a sandwich in the winter’s chill
No crumbs are left by sparrows swooping down

And in that brief moment I see her face
A writer’s thoughts now drifting into dreams

A hurried kiss before I leave for work
Tormented senses wait for my return

It’s only when the day is done and gone
‘Tis then she’ll gently hold my weary heart

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Blank Verse Couplets

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