Beneath orb pallor
the earth is a silver sea
where we drift homeward
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beneath harvest moon
autumn day has gifted hours
to gather in sheaves
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beneath heaven’s broach
the spoil of worldly beggars
is putrid plunder
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mellow misty moon
paints platinum poetry
on onyx ocean
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silver stepping stone
lover's lone lunar lamplight
polished perfection
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gleaming, gentle gaze
probes passionate pondering
without word-wisdom
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Janet~
These are just gorgeous, Janet.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line:
"autumn day has gifted hours
to gather in sheaves"
Ahhhhhh.
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