by Lenny   Nov 7, 2007

Picture books
And burning clocks
They swing
In pit-bull motions
Like picketers
Four months
To no avail.

Then comes a new
Tale- touched with colour
Pink fairy lights
And throbbing green
Pump and permeate

They are sun-fangs,
Drifting down

Sinking into dusk.


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  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Wow... I love this piece! It has such beauty and elegance within, along with the enchanting, excellently created imagery. Every stanza is greatly written and whole piece has flawless flow. This is one of the best nature poems I've read in a while...
    Amazing job on this piece!