The second day of equal measure
passed quite nondescript,
although a subtle change was in the air.
The angle of our golden treasure
dipped as terra flipped,
and hints of urgency were everywhere.
I stood beneath inviting globes
of crunchy-tart delight
where yesterday the blossom lured the bee—
behind those vibrant autumn robes
awaits the slip of night,
which all too soon will come to cover me.
Are You Reading Me?
6 comments:
Aha, one of my all time favorites. I've always loved this poem and you forgot to mention that it won you second place in the Poetic Genius Contest. No small feat! Welcome back. Shirl ;)
Yes, very impresive.
Hi Shirley, thanks, yes it did net me a second prize. I'm not sure how that happened I can't even meet the membership requirements at PGS, lol.
Hey Oz thanks man! 8^D
I started my link with "/a" instead of "a" but I fixed it and you're in. Thanks for pointing it out and thanks for your great work.
I can see why it won a prize. It transcends...
bob, love the ambiance... it was almost like watching a stage set change in front of you... watching paper magically turn from green to red, as if it were just a lighting effect. somehow that makes it all the more magnificent and wonderful.
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