Landscape
The peaks of buds blossom,
Into soft pink, white petals
Cascading onto the wetted bed,
Like a swan dancing in sunshine.
The moss on the pebbles by the river,
Now blue and green, beneath the light
Crisp autumn leaves on terra firma,
Flowering quince with thorns held high.
The twitters of the humming birds,
Fluttering by, floweret to floweret
The morning dew upon the stem,
Glossy leaves, coy and glum..
27-11-20
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Copyright © Carmael William | Year Posted 2020
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