Hazel

by Daniel   Feb 20, 2019


is the colour of
my better wishes;

the ones not tainted
by flesh and wealth, or
homes with dandelions
in the front garden,
a child in the back;

hopes shallow enough
to wade in -

hazel
are the husks of aged
earthen oaks I spend
the winter days
longing to touch,

the nights are longer,
more time to wander,

to bathe completely bare
in the swathes of
dusk lit fields -

it is the colour my dreams
faintly wield, between
midnight and morning’s
overcast seals,

the iris of autumn,
and the kiss that only
served to reel me in;

hazel is the colour
that stares so meekly
in the mirror.

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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Michael

    A beautiful piece about the colour hazel and so well written as usual old chap:)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by S.T.A.R.

    First of all I am happy this is nomintaef, what a wonderful write!!

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Everlasting

    hazel
    are the husks of aged
    earthen oaks I spend
    the winter days
    longing to touch,

    ^ I like this stanza. Specially the feeling of longing that evokes. Hazel feels warm.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Oh, those hazel irises...
    Nominated!

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