Scent
Posted in 2001-2006 Poetry on December 6th, 2006 by Nick Razera fading glimpse it whispers
thoughts of recent days
and your scent upon my pillow
still there but slowly fades…
Wheat
Posted in 2001-2006 Poetry on December 6th, 2006 by Nick Razerbrown and thrashing wheat
in winds grip
fields turning, quickly moving
from rain and plow.
distant fields upon the hill
small black dots of the workers
scythe glints in the distance,
behind them wheat is sown.
