Sunshine Doth Quench a Beautiful Day Qd
Through the wet willows, we stumble on
Right in mid of autumn, perfect days.
With first breath, the wakeful light of dawn
A mystique flaming fire rise a blaze
In the distant horizon, upon
Hope, this perfect time didn't drift a-ways
As gray, slow, swirl clouds and nearer drawn
While the sun is rising. Nature plays
Immersed under waves of warm sunshine.
9/29/2019
rhyme pattern ABAB, ABAB, C.
9 lines, with 9 syllables per line
Poetry Contest: Queen Of Day 9 x 9
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Photo taken by my nephew
Randy Looman
September 2019
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