Wm Paul Poet Free verse

In Front of Me There Burns a Candle

In front of me there burns a candle,
They say it's done so since time before,
I saw today some of its playthings,
A ring of rainbow colors,
        That comes and goes with Will,
An expanse of blue that just won't quit,
        But turns some shades quite dark,
At moments glance where 15 shapes
        With wings on silence moving,
Two furry grounders with tails of bush,
        And evidence of more.

Smoke from incense rising past,
Curling with furls that keep twisting
Merging with others in an aerie of patterns,
Standing out in shafts of sunlight,
Springing then fragrances of Spring.

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Carol Sunshine Brown April 19, 2012 at 8:31 AM The sun is shining bright here this morning in Ohio and I am enjoying reading some very interesting and excellent writing. So happy to see yours among the ones I am able to read this fine day before I get busy. Have a wonderful day and thank you so much for sharing your poetry with us Wm. Love, Carol