Afternoon (Two Cinquain)
AFTERNOON ( two Cinquain)
Deep breath
Winter is done
Spring breath rustles the trees
And here I sit all afternoon
Thinking (winter is done)
You foolish man!
Live NOW!
Warm flute
And Debussy
“Afternoon of a Faun”
I can almost see the meadow
Sense his young innocence
He’s safe quite calm
Respite
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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