Transient Skies MAG

February 23, 2018
By V.Montsey SILVER, Woodside Park, Other
V.Montsey SILVER, Woodside Park, Other
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Favorite Quote:
A reader lives a thousand lives before she dies.

Flowers of kisses
Bursting pink pods over plump cheeks
A gift of lips and blossom-graced scent
That always reminds me of you
As you were before
Sylph of the keening willows
And the effervescent hiccups of the river;
A being of nature,
Burgeoning under the honey-mead glory
of dawn
Desultory stars and maudlin moon hidden
Below blue lissome sheets slick
with sun-streaks

The author's comments:

I wrote this piece after an evening of wandering the rolling hills and forests ourside my house, when I was suffused with the beauty of the natural world surrounding me. This poem is both a eulogy to things past and a hym to the grandeur of the open skies. 

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