Nette Onclaud Poet Tail-rhyme

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Morning, Alive

Morning bursts softly, gleams the ray
Buds exploding…new sun's display
     As clouds peep

Wheatgrass rustles across fields, lush
Alive with canticles of a thrush
     For yield's heap

And footsteps glide to meet each oak
Dressed by resplendency, its cloak
      While hours leap.



Charles Messina's Contest
Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry
6/10/2020

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Aditi Mishra July 5, 2020 at 3:49 PM Back to congratulate you on your win Nette. Hope you are well. Much love :)

Eve Roper July 2, 2020 at 9:30 AM Nette, a beautiful and very well deserving a 1st place win, congratulations on your win. I didn't know what he wanted so I guessed. Hugs Eve

Charles Messina July 2, 2020 at 5:30 AM Nette, for some reason I can comment now (lol). Back with the congrats on your 1st place win! Hugs

Andrea Dietrich June 13, 2020 at 7:18 PM this is outstanding work, Nette. did this contest get judged? It is sure a winner for ME. Thanks for my win in your recent contest. Good to see your work more often now that you are back.

Aditi Mishra June 11, 2020 at 9:08 AM This is incredible imagery Nette! Exploding buds and footsteps gliding to oak creates socha beautiful painting. Beat wishes for the contest. Love :)

Mike Gentile June 11, 2020 at 8:58 AM What a lovely, gentle poem Nette. I really enjoyed being transcended by the imagery that you created! Happy Thursday xxoo