A Waiting...

Brightness glows beneath trees of old,
Flashing colors of yellow and black
To fool the cardinal so red and loud,
Gathering unseen breezes as would
A midnights gale wind goes to calm.

Twenty or more, and more some days,
Gliding inward to darkness as sleek
As morning mist upon the valley cold,
Knowing only a silence unheard yet
Seen in glazed preponderance at once.

Upon the misting afternoon's glow
Black feet attached to echinacea drabbed
By time and summer's shadows and rain,
Allay the puffed wings silently folding,
To open and fold again and again.

A waiting mood as Time works to West
Flowing shadows upon rock and leaves
Listening aloud for a soundless beat,
This day this time this exaltation rests
Until a morn evaporates the dew again.








Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2007-07-29 at 04:19

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