Cinnabar sentinels stand swaying in the mist of morning
through whispered hush and gentle breeze, like jewels , the leaves adorning.
Cool the streams in cresting waves float laurel barques of prizm hues,
washed past bulrush and fading ferns, through the bows of bending yews.
The fields of amber swaying grain, like dancing partners, svelte and lithe
as harvest time leaves nature's tithe, when cut with sickle and scythe
Too soon the cold of winter comes as frazil chokes the meadow brook,
and crushed vermilion petals fall in seasons ever bending crook.
Yet, now the dancing rainbows glide from crown to bough to lowly earth
where Autumn's fashion runway show, awaits next season's rebirth.
10/04/2018
Categories:
prizm, autumn,
Form: Couplet
I wish to be a better man
Stronger than I was
I think this is a better plan
Than doing as I does
I use every euphemism
That its possible to muse
As affects within a prizm
The refraction is in use
Happy brought to light
As the darkness fades away
The world can be so bright
As I hang with you this day
Feel as though I love
A feeling that so light
Fitting like a glove
Why does it feel so right
I smile at your thought
And the smirk upon your face
With all the joy you've brought
I want you in my space
If I could hold you in my arms
I would never let you go
We could be our lucky charms
If we let our feelings show
Just because I feel this way
You may not feel the same
There is never much to say
As no-one is to blame
But if a heart is pumping
Expression is the key
Have to keep it thumping
With love to you from me
Categories:
prizm, love,
Form: Rhyme