Golden Tresses Poem by douglas lewis

Golden Tresses



Oh late summer
Your warm gold grasses
Maned to sway
On stirring breeze.
Abound in such
A grand coiffure
And bold against
The bluing sky.
Dry whispers rasp
Of summer passing.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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