Sipping the Morning Sunshine
poised on the edge of fall
mother's leaven variegated peaks
lie on a sea of blood-orange streaks,
tease of yellow, and green loveliness.
facing upwards, as the breeze
seeks a hum from her breast richly pleased
of endowment; she sneaks a peek
upward towards the salmon ocean sky,
transcendent heaven,
and the lord's painted birds fly by.
nigh the slow rivers edge
reflecting its ripple comeliness.
9/23/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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