In the coy and sudden waning hour
I saw your portrait blooming more than a flower
Soft encircling petals of daffodils
And your essence thrives along the wavy hills
Dazzled lycaenids are mistook by your grace
And swirled your smile across the cerulean space
By the litherly withering cumulus clouds
Your blush is merely been shrouds
You are rather not born with a fairest cutis
Rather the fair born from your breezeful beauties
The endless lushing meadow that it surrounds
And so your dazzling colors it bounds
Your eyes nearly winked in an hour of even and odd
Where your lips nearly whispered awakening the fairy god
The soughing gust of wind slices your silken hair
As though the daffodils swaying upto the air
The distant people waits you to rise about the shore
To melt away the shivering and the frore
You broke the dawn in earliest spring
As though the guitar struming it's string
wind
arctic
boreal
tatting across
whitened landscapes Chantilly with frore lace
and snowy-stiff satin brocade cutting
defining the
raw winter’s
scalloped
edge
I planted out an oak tree
One hundred years ago;
I saw her fed and watered,
I watched her lithely grow.
I watched her through the winter wild
Frosted, frore and dark.
I watched her as the summer sunburn
Baked her golden bark.
My friend the ardent oak tree
Drew me by the hand;
Her strength an inspiration,
She taught me how to stand.
Amidst the savage blizzard
She learned to bow and bend;
Resisting stormful battles,
Triumphant in the end.
Now an aged oak tree,
Her wisdom with me resting,
She, towering tall, majestic
Withstanding nature's testing.
Her arms suffuse, embracing,
She beckoned me with pride;
I laid me down within her shroud
And neath her sanctum died.
Unto freshly morrow doth I arise.
Before I, the glazed forest floor in frore.
Forth multiplying flakes parachuting Steele skies.
Yea, thereupon rigid Winter finds home's door.
She peers at captivation
Moon swindling her frore heartbeat
Beams tearing the soul outward
She stands firm with ground
Wings sprout out, after ice thaws
Whispering desolation
Whirls around her and she cuts
The emotion out
Forgive her please, if you will,
For she only spreads her wings
For those who can captivate
As well as this moon
_________________________
For: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream Weaver's contest "Dodoitsu Darkness"
By: Tim 09/19/11
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Glowing with tumid buds hern taut convex bear the frore morning tide's touch
*'bout thuh title, it wuz the only
way to share this Monoku with
y'all on one line ") it's a special
one for a special girl ')
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