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Her Garland Grows Capricious spring has left with much ado replaced by echoes warming breath that peels the skin of winter back to thaw the gurgling brook and icy moor The summer never claimed to set me free in paths of butterflies she cast when her leaves unfurl in glistening green and flower nectar sweet of bloom Instead she let the garland grow in shades of baby breath and coral wings A touch of sapphire light on honeyed fern becomes a promise heaven keeps Her beauty sweeps the lacquered ground and stones a rake of sky will hurl the stars above the moon and over brims of earth escorting sun with streaks of maize She spreads her petticoats like dancers will adorns my path with butterflies and lets them light my way with velvet hues where summer frees me from the cold |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2010-09-06 17:17:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Cheyenne,
We have had a cold summer so much for freedom from the cold! [Northwest]
Your words are lovely of course. Feminine, fluffy and sweet.
If all our days could live up to that potential.
How great it would be.
Enjoyed this.
Dellena