dawn is a chimera
mixing the star lights
with birthing hour of light
quick is the rising mist -
blurring of sapphire, glint of topaz stones,
fragment of powdery clouds, shimmer of moth-wings
here is the moment:
teardrop lingers in moon's eye
lash
frozen in frame
as giant wave
curling
cresting before crashing
into field of cornflowers
milk-spilled sky mingles with
dandelion-wrinkled rain-
I'm wrapped in drifting leaves
as i drive into city's white noise
serene as lake
Vetheuil In The Fog
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Impressionism hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST ~ Thanks for the visit ~
