Cliff

Marvel of fond Mother-Nature, Carefully carved nomenclature! Mountains fold hands toward blue skies, Where stars flutter, like, butterflies! Water-waves warmly wash the feet, Fleets on sleets meet around and greet! High, steep, sharply molded boulders, Stand in accord holding shoulders...! Solitary human standing, On a broken cliff crash-landing! A bird flying around its edge, To build her nest, finding no hedge! An owl dwelling in a small hole, Lost as though with a restless soul! Bats, waiting for the silent night, Alike, are, bleak views of cliff- sight...! Suffering writs of erosion, Churned by chisels of corrosion! Carved, compiled, combined, conditioned, Into wild bird-beaks protruded! Steeply, slippery, surfaces, Sloppy, soapy, still, circuses! Cliff has its captivating charm, That until disturbed does no harm...! 11 January 2022 C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France