A F Harrold -poetryline
Created: 19th March, 2018

Flavour of Night

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold


It tastes of high clouds

  of crisp cold

     of twilight


It tastes of autumn leaves

  of bonfires

     of the first star


It tastes of curtains

  of ‘Time for bed’

     of warm pillows


It tastes of snuggled up

  of stories

     of snoring


It tastes of unbelievable

  of muddled up

     of brilliance


It tastes of marzipan

  of early glow

     of morning duvet


It tastes of half-awake

  of alarm clock

     of breakfast





A F Harrold - Flavour of Night