Through Sunday's window, dappled day
showers upon leaves so great,
each a tropical cradle.
'Weeping' trees
for tears have no need;
rather, then, they lounge serenely
serenaded by the music
of sacred afternoon
wrapped in the comfort
of bark, old and homespun.
Jays and red-wings,
breakfasted,
resting
agave and hibiscus
ever holding splendid secrets
bottlebrush blooms hinted;
ferns, many olive orchids
sleek reclining temporarily,
soon to dance with Latin beauty
in plumeria's white
eternal light.
A contest entry
- Beautifully Abstract by A m b r e a.
1100 points, ended October 16, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is very nice...
I especially like the line, "Jays and red-wings,
breakfasted,
resting"... it has such pith to it.
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The spiritual and the natural both in harmony as you write...Where I oft times dwell in my thoughts...Such a beautiful rendering...Most impressed! Keep penning!
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Beautiful scene to imagine here! You must love waking up in the morning! You painted stunning images for me, very well done! Thank you for entering my contest and good luck!
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Oh, serenity---a joy to read slowly,
picturing all the elements, being
wrapped in peaceful color!
WONDROUS! You outdo yourself again and again!!
M-C
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Based on the view through my front window on Sunday
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One can always picture you there, on the scene,
the astute observer, transfoming life to art--
to keep and savor!!!!
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