cascade curtailed - a cerulean cynosure
see that sky clear of cloud-crest, and tear
the eye dazzled - crystal clear curtain
of rain-drops adieu in the morning sun
autumnal sighs but not yet the mistral
await that in twi-seasons yon
trees temperate lavishing largesse of gold
lake limpid grey heron contemplates
on dainty ducklings to dine - his nature dictates
our eyes eat as well the sublime sounds
our ears scented by the wistful breeze
our nostrils savour colourful flavours
our skin sees the hidden touch
our tongue toiling all tastes to foretell
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
