The silvered elm leaf
turns towards the stormy heavens
expecting cool rains.
Nature sleeps soft, beneath a blanket white,
No greens, no birds` songs, just hushed silvered light,
The air is crisp and bites with gentle hand,
Bare trees in serene, silent stillness stand,
Winter`s charm lies in quietness and peace,
A gorgeous feel, that time can never cease.
When first we met, in sailor town,
the slim jim chased, and I was found.
His greedy lips did hold me down.
With me, he wed, and we were bound.
But leaves did crisp and we did fall
into set ways beneath old oak.
The charm and grace did hit a wall,
so I did wink and he awoke.
He turned, placed kiss upon my lips,
with silvered practice of Don Juan.
The shadowed moon - a great eclipse.
He’s my bright sun - curtains are drawn.
Find your Don Juan in places, close.
A smile in bed - a sizzling rose.
In fields thick with ambrosia
Honeysuckle scented air
I will kiss your weary eyes
Your face your lips your hair
The sun scented warmth of your lovliness
A fully baited trap
I will have you tell me everything
Your head upon my lap
As I smooth your brow my beloved
And comfort if I may your soul
When twilight softly falls on the land
We'll once more resume our stroll
In the stillness of the evening
Silently now we will walk
The only sound loves presence
Of which we need not talk
Then my eyes awake from this idealic shore
And ache for the very sight
Another day another world
Perhaps another night
"The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, the musing moon illumine pastures dim, and afterwards a new nativity for all who slept the dreamless interim."
~ Nathalia Crane
Twilight and its prismed colors paint the Earth in soft roseate light. Rays of the sun descend, glowing like threads of gold, woven into clouds above the ocean's threshold. Brushed with pastels of pink and lavender, the sky is a beautiful canvas to behold. Soon, the moon will ascend, and its lustrous silver sheen will be reflected in my lover's eyes.
gilded is the sun
as it slides into the sea ~
silvery moonlight
April 14, 2021
Writing Prompt- Shine - Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
A silvered cat in the moonlight walked.
Looking for some food to eat.
Unaware, he was being stalked.
Ah, then he smelled a great fishy treat!
Behind the bushes he went........
Not aware of the raccoon behind him.
That silvered cat so driven by hunger and scent,
Did not hear the raccoon's paws, closing in!
3/17/21
~2~
sunlight dims at dusk
blaze diminished and fading
as she slips to sea
rise, the silvered moon
with a scepter in his hand
to rule starlit night
celestial rapport
harmony and unison
as allied partners
A new quarter hits the pavement
and clicks a slighter sound
than the older ones that had swallowed
silver to perfect their tone.
These days, after eons
of collecting, silvered quarter notes
arise infrequently to touch
the ear of an older guy or doll
who remembers the enriched call,
rising as if it wished to fly,
and how much fun that coin could buy.
Fallow my space
Along shores of sand
Emptied lines trace
The waiting edge
Of those who fly
Hidden the silence
That holds my blind space
Knowledge leaves holes
In the better part
Of those who wait
Silvered the seam
That binds the sharp sea
Fallen wings deem folly
The broken parts
Of those who know
Rolling of waves
The flood tide enters
Who could ever tell
The fullness it fills
For those who have waited
Oaken Necklace Shorn to Fold
silver berries diced by long panned gold
light the way to days of old
racial memories reawaked
twist and roll as thirst is slaked
with honey mead
the druid wakes to tell the elders what he's dreamed
This younger man with hair so white
Has slipped and slithered thru the night
That waits us all in mortal thread
To watch the dragons and the stones
now nothing more than buried bones
But once they ruled and once they flew
And others walked when time was new
Now druids tell us things they know
From tiny shards of mistletoe
And chancy dreams awaked by bees
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