Monday, January 27, 2014

Green


Moss gathers in lost footsteps,
Silence speaks of tree-time
Counted in sycamore rings.
Delta breeze sweeps in,
Rasping through the drought grass
And a scroll's scorched pages.

Memory kaleidoscopes.
A caged river sinks, diminished.
Under a linden, a shadow pair
Flickers verdigris into dark,
As peacock fringes fade
Under a curtain of leaves
And obscurity of verse.

Thirst chants a parched song
And a green moon listens.












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