Robin’s Poetry

My Lighthouse
Searching for a Truth worth fighting for

London Streets
My Waterborne, my water bearer

The Phoenix
I spend my days in a brutal fight

Dance of Lights
Sitting on an open window

The Drafty Old Cabin
I see myself a Patchwork Quilt

The River’s Edge
I went down to the edge of the river

All of Your Fear
If I painted in Red on a Canvas of Wood

My Window
The honeysuckle vines that grow by my window twist and turn through the lattice squares