The Last Of May Poem by Richard George

The Last Of May

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Acid green new growth:
dazzle-glimmer dying sun
ripens into gold.

The garden hushes.
I cuddle to the cool back
of the grass goddess.

Grey remains of cloud
straggle home to roost along
the blond horizon.

Monday, May 23, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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