Wisteria woke me this morning
and the air was soft like a butterfly
with frail blue wings
carrying me in between the sigh of a June beginning.
And my pallid flesh
fell before the sweet and budding thorn ~
feeling the season of rusty leaves outlived.
Here where the sky moves beneath me...
Author notes
Picture credit--- http://wildfire2003.deviantart.com/art/Lily-76814335
A contest entry
- pif Quickie--Pic Prompt by DeJaBlue.
850 points, ended March 4, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You are able to make nature so deeply personal and affecting in these lines... and the softness and gentility is so appealing. Lovely write!
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Beautiful read...love the imagery and feeling. Thank your for entering the contest!
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Such a beautiful piece
I felt the movement of time
Best wishes and good luck
Julie
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