Some mornings walking
While the city awakens
Cool air in gentle embrace
With a sparrow’s notes of grace
Carries me to Thomassin,
to Athens, or to Belfast when
the peace before the hustle
is the same.
Some mornings walking
While the city awakens
Cool air in gentle embrace
With a sparrow’s notes of grace
Carries me to Thomassin,
to Athens, or to Belfast when
the peace before the hustle
is the same.