The morning is a dense black-grey immensity
Heavy The trees are vague darkenss Darker than the predawn Only the crickets dare stir Even they are subtle Afraid to yet wake the sun The silhouettes slowly un-merge And horse-shapes start to pad across the grass Tree-shapes un-blur and diverge from greyness Heat of coffee subsides alongside darkness As the sky unveils it's lavender-grey dawn Layer by layer, pink to vanilla, ochre to fuschia To the Perfect Morning Blue
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I freeze into the scent of a flower
Even the hummingbird stops to observe. The sails of a dragonfly flap nearby Lumbering for lift like a Chinese junk rig Squared black wings, chalked white body Drawing my gaze away from the stilled bird Yet the perfume won't let me free I am beckoned to the next flower As Melusine sang to beguiled sailors. |
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