Forest Fountain
Walking through the fragrant
overgrown mountain trails
on the lush Greek isle of Ikaria,
Hot sun fades to shadowy dusk,
turning craggy forest kings
into silhouette art forms.
On this moonlit eve,
we discover a Roman fountain
flowing with golden forsythia.
Poetry Contest submission: Three Line Poetry
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Kim Shaw | Year Posted 2015
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