Greg Davidson Poems

Hair, grey and thinning,
A face lined with memories.
Like an autumn day
Bright joy against horizon’s clouds.
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Gently is a rain that falls,
Gentle as a tear to cheek.
Softly on bud or leaf,
So softly, to the ground.
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I - Dawn
East explodes in light,
Dewed jewels reflecting.
Heralds call in flight.
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I wish to go
To a place I know.
It's a little bit south of somewhere north of here.
I spent some time there long ago,
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Poems short
May court men’s minds,
With witty puns
And pithy rhymes.
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There is a time for rhyme,
And then there is another time.
There is a face I show,
And in another place,
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Your seed of love is sown,
And in time will bring forth fruit,
Which you shall reap one hundred fold;
For love needs only two to grow,
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Portrush - the summer health resort of every class and nation,
When rich and poor leave inland homes for seaside recreation;
The broad Atlantic laves thy shores, where vessels tempest tost
Seek refuge in the Skerries Road, upon thy northern coast.
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Muffled voices cease,
Pages are turned,
Silent pens slide,
Chased by thoughts slithering across faintly lined pages.
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I - Breezes
Chattering of birds,
The wind plays with fallen leaves,
Softly spoken words.
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