Bloomed Gyre

Bloomed there are the starry flowers of life On the twilight landscape of gold springtime, The time horse runs far from the wood of Frost Though the dream holds the sleep very warmly, Crunchy leaves flow with the south gentle wind Soggy meadows wrap the sunlight in ground Steam hot under the green leaves, warming buds Crunchy wildlife with the heave of spout trance No stoppage in the beat lane of world blood Why should sleep grasp the eyes in the trip lace? Move fast if you want to lift yourself up Lift up someone else for the happy goal Bloomed time suits the endless cruise to renew Where bloomed nature processes the new gyre March 07, 2023 B--Forms And Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet