Hidden Beauty
QUIET RIVER WAKES
A river lays still on a hush
Of edges mild in deepened blue;
Until her trail unfurls a change
As if to wake from rare debut.
Beneath the stars first dazzling rays
Old marbles glaze on hillsides green
To roll like jewels down the coast
Embellishing her womb, serene.
Dazed by the fluidity of
This radiant bob, this duskfall thrill
Mutes my whispers as seashells play;
Requesting for a tide’s refill.
Should I dream then, for just a while
As my bare heels might softly tread;
On riverdance and air-tossed quays
To where this heart is blithely led.
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Rhonda J. Saunders' Hidden Beauty Contest
1/20/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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