Regression, a poem by Robin McNamara at
Orlando Brooke



written by: Robin McNamara



Here comes the rain
with evening darkness
in creeps the night
with a malevolent eye.

How long will remain
of day’s brightness
before the crow’s flight
in clouds, oh I die

And fall to ground
like stones of hail,
apricity of the Sun
so fleeting, ah yes.

Distressed sounds
of wings, oh so frail
lies become undone,
Ah now, I will regress.

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