The quickness of the dawn Should never slow To my laziness, In regretting it is gone, I know it is lovely With bitters. The turn of gentle spring To heat, and gracious Autumn to cold, keeps My eyes in vigil … Continue reading
I met the Dawn against my will, He held me tight as I got my fill, We danced to our favorite trill, And heard acorns fall upon the sill, He kissed me goodnight up until The Sun spied on us … Continue reading
“Lay Lay Low, lay,” Lullaby, Cradled like baby, Winds hush, grass tickles ‘neath sun’s kiss, Tree canopies and songbirds’ melodies, “lay, lay, low.” Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Note: This is for Sahm’s Monday Poetry Prompt #21: Fibonacci … Continue reading
A late August evening – a still night Save for the orbiting of bugs to light. Leaps from busy minds to still hearts In memories of where love starts. Distance can grow without a stride Through sorrow held deep … Continue reading
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Tagged August, Clare de Lune, Claude Debussy, Essence, Grace, Hearts, Kiss, Love, Memories, Moon, Sorrow
Nothing is more Envied Than the topmost Leaf Roused by the dawn’s Breeze Kissed by the first Light. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.