Patti Masterman


The Grace Of The Morning - Poem by Patti Masterman

The fragrant taste of the stars matter
There, where the burning leaves and magnolias go up,
To journey to where, in the smoke of their leaving,
The all-knowing oak is trembling above

And the whiter colors, of the brightest stars
Hanging there thick, in shimmering air,
And the roving eye of the colorless sky
Never fades from the grace of the morning.

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  • (6/15/2011 10:51:00 AM)


    Patti, your imagery is pure, and complete, and most of all: BEAUTIFUL!
    GREAT poem here.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 16, 2011


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