Borealis
In a glimmered lace of sunrise’s veil,
dawn hovers like a freshly-cleansed nymph,
wafting and bubbling with a spice of mint
in dew’s chastity pool delicately undressed.
The path of upturned boughs rips free
and slides along a froth of peppered mist;
misty in a way newborn day becomes
pastel fingers where wings of her breath
become illumined as it is daring;calling
forth, Borealis...Borealis.
And a deluge of herb wraps her air: a seasoning
moment for this flushed lady to unfold
the carpet of studded foliage cradling
around her heady arms... soon, a gush
of light bears newly-wed rays,
until the fragrance of earth drifts upon
her mantle feeling the delicacy of radiant morn,
weightlessly white; no one wants to speak.
Feb 2018 Premeire Contest: Brian Strand
Pepost 2/14/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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