The Picture

The picture stands out against the white

Of my living room wall.

A few birds still call.

A fascination with sunlight

Which, as I watch, slowly dies away.

The night

Takes the day

And the picture we see

Is lost in obscurity;

Although, we hope that this light

We borrow

Will be seen on the morrow,

But this we cannot know.

The Selected Poems of K Morris

This book encompasses poems composed between 2013-19. The poems included here have been selected from ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’, ‘My Old Clock I Wind and other poems’, ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, ‘Dalliance; a collection of poetry and prose’, ‘Refractions’, and ‘The Girl who Wasn’t There’. In addition a number of previously unpublished poems are included in this book.

The poems range from those dealing with nature to others, which touch on the passage of time and…