One poem by John Grey

Slow Passage of Time

sweet fluted winds
blown by
the near-dark forest

steadfast live oak
presses its case
to glades of deep shadow

leaves flutter
simulate
the whisper of vows

sleepy down day
and no watch
worth looking at

JOHN GREY is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Stillwater Review and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Columbia College Literary Review and Spoon River Poetry Review.