Everyday Movement - Poem by Dale Mullock
Millions of scattered translucent dewdrops,
mark many secluded and misty hilltops,
sparkling gems enchased on the flora,
waiting to be picked up by the morning’s aurora.
Lethargic clouds float in a cerulean sky,
climbing up and up onto a mountain high,
endlessly drifting in a cobalt coloured seamless stream,
rising out of Thunder’s reach into an afternoon dream.
A wild white stag darts between the trees,
following a faint scent; caught upon the breeze,
startled by evening thunder’s earthly laughter reprise,
It carelessly leaves a trademark trail for hunters to surmise.
Rolling surf rides the peaks of ocean waves,
the shining moon pulling reign so the crests’ behaves,
clammy crabs breach sandy beachheads; wary of stalkers,
while lunar light leaves an argent passage to halcyon waters.
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