Quoth Theraven Poet Prose Poetry

The Green of Summer

Gone was the green of summer
though I never knew it so
wrapped in your mother's quilt
it never loved you more

Precious velvet ribbon dreams
left by a devoted lover
golden sunlit stitch in seams   
fingers touching light all over          

Caught watching an intimate moment
fiercely attentive to your task
long fingers delicately soothing 
glorious calfling that you grasped  

You have my word I'll come looking
though never by light of day
Pray Taurus and Orion may stop clashing
for two huddled under mid winter's sky

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Sally Eslinger September 24, 2021 at 8:53 PM Hello Richard, sweet Raven :) of summer, in recent years I concluded it was “too green” compared to the other seasons. This yr sight held me in wonder of shapes of trees over the all-green. Your delving poem here goes far into the sensuous embroidery of the scene, making lavish of what could be only complimented BRAVO

Andrea Dietrich September 11, 2021 at 4:53 PM Amazing poetry you write. Among my many poet friends, you stand out as one of those who are very gifted with the ability to choose original and ethereal poetry.

Michelle Faulkner September 11, 2021 at 8:46 AM This creates that etheral feel of the search for summer's greenery and the passing of the seasons, just lovely~

Vijay Pandit September 11, 2021 at 6:44 AM Enjoyed the dialogue of precious velvet dreams, Richard.

Heidi Sands September 11, 2021 at 4:15 AM This is beautiful Richard. I enjoyed it. I hope all is well :)