In Quest of Harvest

Dense is sunrise from the mystic eye The seven colors run riot at the door Waves in store in the unknown port Brilliant cherries in the light blue sky The youthful sun is so golden sweet Very soft on the patch of thick grass In the silky glass a crimson fire-mass Painted silence from gentle heat The sun follows the day everywhere Magenta bougainvillea radiate smile In both sides of the beaming aisle The day seeking night with lilac care The evening orange intoxicates The owls cry out: let’s harvest ------------------------------------------ 6/1/2015