Monday, February 01, 2016

A Poem Draft

To Brigitte Darnay, A Scene for Her Birthday

The pouring silver rays, like rain,
from moon descend upon the lake,
where argent foams in ripples ride
and bathe a pebbled shore with life.

A hushing wind through treetop leaves
in sighing chorus hymns the scene.
On far horizon subtle light
begins to play across the sky.

The purple heavens shade to blue
as, like a paper set to flame,
a ruddy gold foretells the blaze
the sun will bring in splendid flight.

A flowered bough with splendor wakes:
a hundred butterflies take wing.

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