I feel as rich as Croesus
while watching gold of day
dispel amid white cypress;
its final sheen's display.
Blue pansies incandesce
within the window box
against night's inkiness
and lavender lilacs.
Discourteous blackbirds
continue to make a fuss
our exchange of words,
decline and fall to dust.
These moonlit interims,
harmonious nightwinds
tend to bend the limbs
of a dragon tree.
Fugitive stardust clings
to emerging lily blades.
The crystalline orb of night
hallucinogenically hangs
above the smoky pines.
Discourteous blackbirds continue to make a fuss our exchange of words, decline and fall to dust.......magnificently said.
The crystalline orb of night hallucinogenically hangs above the smoky pines....wrought marvelously by the vivid imagery, thanks for sharing
This was beautiful imagery. Made me invision a midsummer's night's dream.
Beauty and harmony combined to bring peace and happiness, tranquility. I love the 'feel' of this poem, simply because it makes me happy. I love this time of day, just before night starts to stalk us! !
a marvelously vivid scene seems to effortlessly appear from your stanzas. hypnotically draws you in. masterful work, Greg. -Tailor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Greg, this is so eruditely flowing that one almost has to actually look at the page to see the subtle rhyme. Hat off once again, sire... t x