“Muddy” first appeared here in 2016. Looking at the state of British politics, and the world in general, I feel impelled to share this poem again.
—
Thoughts muddy
I will forsake
And take
Refuge in my study,
Among poets who speak
Words that endure beyond a week.
I shall sit listening to birdsong.
The long
Summer days willimperceptibly turn
Into Autumn. I shall the world spurn
And yearn
For Keat’s Nightingale.
K Morris - Poet 
A great poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.
Reblogged this on K Morris – Poet and commented:
“The long summer days” have already turned to Autumn. However, given the current state of things I, once more feel impelled to share this poem.