Eve Roper Poet Diminished Hexaverse

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A Yawn Within the Fields

Fields of spun gold silk
Somber auburn shade 
On ardent warm day
Resonant hum breath 
Yawns whiff of cool air 

Espy hushed cries
Dry in silence 
Nature's quaint rhythm 
Weft lingers round 

Staggering
Growth within
Deep recess 

Rich trove
Savor 

Peace.

2/4/2020

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Indiana Shaw February 16, 2020 at 5:54 PM Poetry for the Gods, Eve, O' how you make them happy . . .

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2020 at 6:49 PM utterly gorgeous, Eve. Was there a contest for this?

Brenda Chiri February 6, 2020 at 3:59 PM Wowser Eve reading this took me out to a glorious golden field! In fact so descriptive that my hay fever acted up! Lol beautiful my dear simply beautiful! Congrats on your win!;)

Caren Krutsinger February 6, 2020 at 7:32 AM This is exquisite, Eve.

Cecilia Macfarlane February 5, 2020 at 10:57 AM Beautiful write Eve.....I savoured your breathtaking words. Hugs

Jan Allison February 5, 2020 at 9:56 AM i adore the imagery especially in the first stanza, you write this form so well Eve:-) hugs Jan xx