Poet’s Domain

I hear winter in the gently falling rain
When skies are weary, cast down in autumn’s grey
While Bach’s music echoes through the writing brain
A poet shares breakfast coffee with John Suchet
His words flowing among the creative chain
As the pen and ink begin their working day
So it rains while dreams fill the poet’s domain
And rhythmic rhyme and music come out to play.

© J Farmer 2013

via The Poetic Round Forum