Dull and round, slumbers with the dying wind
That carries a fading tune embedded in a whisper of cold.
The wind lies still, encouraging the bud
Anticipation wells up inside
Long-distilled water trickles forth
And surrounding grass tickles a lone leaf.
In a rush, excitement, urgency, need, crave, life
Rises at once
The leaves burst from closure
The mouth of the blossom
Sings the warm melody of day
Along with the settling wind
Laughing with a pink petal tongue
Dancing with a shimmering stem
Awakening the Dawn with a radiant light
A sunrise, or a flower.
written on 5-6-08
word of the day: halcyon (thanks, wes)
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1 comment:
Very nice. I noticed you used a previous word of the day, "melody." --Christy Hartley
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