Monday, October 20, 2014

Dear dreamer of the pitched tent,
this side of the wind is blest.
The albatross of morning
careens above the mountains
streaming the news from the sea:
a new beacon has been lit.

A giddy climber cleanses
her bloody feet in a pool
where a waterfall has passed.
She dances on a high ledge.
Through her shaking veil of hair
blinks the silver of a star.


Harlequin said...

For all we may like precise, exact. Our commune with nature is ever open to many meanings. And isn't that the beauty of the mystery? … 12 good lines :)

Iulia Flame said...

Sir Arlecchino, gratitude. I am not sure what came over me. But I am hopeful.....

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