mist
mist
moments before
the storm she calls
forward as a breeze
touching . . . ruffling . . . each leaf
and limb, which whispers
sad secrets into God’s ear
he stands as a worrier
with visions flowing
out from behind him
up and around him like a long
sapphire cloak waving with the wind
balanced and focused
movements and thoughts
a feline’s stride across
soft, shady, summer grass
and upon me there came a mist
quenching my tongue
cooling the taste
of morning sun
moments before
the storm she calls
forward as a breeze
touching . . . ruffling . . . each leaf
and limb, which whispers
sad secrets into God’s ear
he stands as a worrier
with visions flowing
out from behind him
up and around him like a long
sapphire cloak waving with the wind
balanced and focused
movements and thoughts
a feline’s stride across
soft, shady, summer grass
and upon me there came a mist
quenching my tongue
cooling the taste
of morning sun
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 3:31 AM
2 Comments:
hmm...our minds have been running around in the same circle lately. I have one brewing something like this. Very nice, sir
it appears to be so. Can't wait to read you . . . madam.
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