Morning Meadow, by John Moore Subscribe to rss feed for John Moore

the sky, a vessel
the sun, an oasis
brilliant ambrosia fills the night
with peerless, emblazoned light

the wind calls my name, 
tall trees beckon.
here in the hollow
solitude is good company, i reckon.

the crows do (now) of morning mealtime make
a game to doubt their undeserved rue
their example I shall surely follow 
laughing here, amidst the glistening dew

what waking hours fun doth hasten
as stretching flowers paint the basin
Posted: 2015-10-25 02:06:58 UTC

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