Starshine Poem by Ada Shelley

Starshine



Silvery-green
tresses gleam
their murmurings sweet
of an eventide dream.

A stormy wind hovers
o’er rough, rugged swells
icy blue flickers
warmed by sunset’s flushed dells.

Pale gentle twilight
seeks her playmate afar
and welcomes the dusk
with her eyes full of stars.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leonard Daranjo 27 October 2007

Crowded with beautiful images woven into a tapestry of a gentle soothing rhythm. Keep going Ada. I love the way you think. Take care

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