Annelids Poem by Naveed Khalid

Majestic love of fair weather days
in the mellowing spring,
misty sunshine in the morning dew
of freshly sown seeds,
her eyes be wet in dismal shades
of age-old grey against the setting sun!
the eagle in reality of the mind;
beside the oak some dry leaves of autumn,
sustains me on wings, on wings,
heaven hath her golden bow in the tree,
where cuckoos sing in melodious accents I, I,
stick out his head like a soring thumb impression,
of ages that are dead upon the sand dunes,
of e'ery departed look int he late evening,
above the mundane, of wayfarer's clime
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
a broccoli, beneath the bed of crimson joy,
that half-baked masonry's bride
under the Archangel's brow,
my shipwrecked dreams at christmas eve
among a thousand roses, farewell, sweet maid,
of what hath pass'd o'er in a twilight dream,
down the lane in amber woods,
small minions that arise hath first frost
of falling winter snow in yellow-pages of history.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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