Sunday, November 3, 2013

Westward wind

A westward wind stopped nearby
Through grassy meadow knee-high

Swirled, clustered around my mind
Casting hues of a new sunrise

Now seas between roar and spit
To share a glass of kindness yet

Chivalry wonders if you are real
What burns the flame of appeal?

Sage the world, I tell myself
Take yourself off the shelf

And then to cross the watery moat
Only to see you slide… and float

(c) ginamc 11/13

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