Enchanted is the hour
before the break of night:
Illuminated lies the fading day
with weight upon our hearts
as darkening dream.
In stainless blue
the skylark tweets
as if a mockingbird
jeered the futility
of our souls' striving.
The corn stands bold
amidst the waning heat
awaiting scythe and mill
nurturing those who can
no longer feast on words.
A golden glowing eve:
corn poppies' fragile sway
in sighing wind
caught in those countless ears.
You are a summer field.
5 comments:
such a softly golden evening dream you depict, ethereal and earthy at the same time. this makes me long to run away to the countryside right now :)
Thank you dear friend : )
One word: Unique...
Hvala lijepa : )
I'll have to come back to read your poetry. I couldn't find your blog! Now I know why. You changed the name.
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