Timothy Marshal Nichols


Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.12 - Morning With Water - Poem by Timothy Marshal Nichols

White mist
hiding the brownish patches of trees
looking upward the canopy scrumptious, vivacious

The air
cold at first
fresh, invigorating

Cool red earth
pitted and smooth, damp and vibrant
silky red flowers and burgeoning patches of green and blue

The sun
blasting, rippling through the canopy
bright dancing shadows on the red, red earth

Running water
clear, warm, from a steamy spring
shiny droplets dripping


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 29, 2012


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