Golden leaves~
as colors of fall
embrace change
Perched on a sapphire bus, its curves agleam,
In a painted glade where wildflowers teem,
A young man and lady, entwined in a glow,
Bask in love’s fervor, where soft breezes flow.
No tangled forest, but a sketch of delight,
Where a stream’s silver ripples catch dawn’s tender light.
wildflowers and violet blooms burst in the air,
Their petals like whispers, adrift without care.
Her eyes, molten amber, spark embers of dreams,
His laughter, a melody dancing with streams.
Their fingers lace gently, like vines that embrace,
Each touch a warm ember, each glance a soft trace.
Below, on a gnarled branch by the water’s bright hum,
Sits a shadowed creature, its form strangely numb—
Dog, monkey, or kangaroo, cloaked in the haze,
It watches their rapture through the morning’s soft blaze.
In this vivid drawing, their love burns alive,
A canvas of passion where heartbeats connive.
The bus, a bold beacon, the stream’s crystal call,
Frame their forever in this blooming sprawl.
inside a space where quiet trails
I watch a starscape reel through the night
to taste new charms of heaven's sprawl--
lucent the new light waking laced leaves
like a satin ribbon twirling round;
that in a hush all shadows creep
sailing on an air of unconsciousness:
When the white of.pristine tones cascade
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined ...
and let a north star bless my world within.
------
lines culled from:
About Time
A Glorious Alchemy
Resting With Nature
Delightful Things
Playful Chant Of The Wind
Into A Woodland
Dream-like Silhouette
Through All Seasons
Someday
Finding Me
Thrillers, fillers, spillers line the garden wall!
Artful, appealing, alluring thrall!
In morning, at noon, or night,
pinks and purples, bright!
Stupendous
sight!
Tremendous
beauty at its height!
Magnificence to delight!
Promenading Nature's sexy sprawl,
thrillers, fillers, spillers line the garden wall!
Ancient Jurassic stone
casts out the grime
long gone the fog
of industrial crime.
Main thoroughfare
now left in peace
no local blues to sing
in the old coachman’s Fleece*.
When moonlight bathes
within the silver stream
and moor lane glistens
invoking its crystal beam.
The low moor awakes
shadows cast aside
the morning new
lays waste the genocide.
Yet productive time lords
stake out progression
cloudless valley
unfolds the beast.
Quaint radiant faces
cry out for comfort
summer solace
bequest the east.
The strangers come
in flight from fear
a different way
their actions to sway.
Dialect gives away
its tradition
rustic voice
forever gone astray.
Salacious stiletto
the thorn of the city
each atrocity fuels
the seeds of pity.
Country roses
nurtured in rural delight
wafting delirious
amidst the argillite.
*pub, ale house.
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Shall Stall Tall Wall Which Should Sprawl
What seems to happen is they shall stall,
What is supposed to have been tall wall;
Better yet,
What we get,
Is us being stuck with more urban sprawl.
Jim Horn
Urban sprawl
The neon-bright skyline
Towers over
The sleeping city,
Metropolis in full bloom.
W.A. CHOLT . COPYRIGHT Fergal O Reilly 2017.
A lone tree
Used to stand proud and free
In a meadow its shelter we sought
But now bends its old branches in a parking lot
In the bridge between city, country it got caught
Its now part of the newly built mall
Growth, no way to forestall
Urban sprawl
Barbara Gorelick
5/13/14
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