Saturday 21 March 2020

FOLDS OF LIGHT


Time does not affect the pulse and flow or journeying glow


 of flame-speckled suns that illuminate the dark, where star-streamed


pearly, dust falls in a curtain across the shadowed bowl of sky.


Here frosty winds blow dregs of clouds across a startled moon 


and, small flakes of snow float and sparkle in the mysterious dapple-dark.


Slowly, growing below the dye-dipped shades of flickered air,


the violet-hue, and glitter-green, of rippled colour dances above the silent earth.  

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