by, wistful eyes wandering
the silence
of gracefulness within. There,
a grandfather clock lay
near him, the seconds
ticking
on. Yet even as evening grows
late, and suns carelessly fade
within the horizon, that tiny boy
still stays by
the quiet
of
the
window.
Author Bio:
Robin Goodfellow is a student at the University of North Texas. She first became interested in writing when she was three, scribbling all over her parents' walls and imagining herself in old fairytales while walking in her father's garden. Since then, she has published poems in journals such as Faith, Hope, and Fiction, The Haiku Journal, and Nature Writing.