A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

In Silhouette

The glossy dawn it sweeps your eyes
And holds you in its bright'ning gaze
To me, to me,
In silhouette you run.
Like a rabbit startled, from the sun
And black and white to me in flight
In leaps and bounds across the field
You come, you come
In silhouette you run
Like wildfowl from the bushes flying
Wind across the grasses sighing
To me, to me
You come, you come
In silhouette you gladly run.