Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Jan 18, 2008 6:57:07 GMT -5
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Winter at Emerald Isle
They walked the dark to dawn,
beneath a moon the hue of butter cream,
so small beside the tumbling brawn
of water, salt and steam.
The two communed with words
in hushed disclosure, all they yearned to say,
till shrill alarms from skimming birds
were trumpeting the day
as it arose in full,
a tangerine eruption, citrus-bright,
through clouds—as wisped as shredded wool—
that thinned in wind and light.
The Sun, reborn once more,
illumined strangers who, no longer strange,
would kiss good morning by the shore,
amid a range of change.
David Nelson Bradsher
They walked the dark to dawn,
beneath a moon the hue of butter cream,
so small beside the tumbling brawn
of water, salt and steam.
The two communed with words
in hushed disclosure, all they yearned to say,
till shrill alarms from skimming birds
were trumpeting the day
as it arose in full,
a tangerine eruption, citrus-bright,
through clouds—as wisped as shredded wool—
that thinned in wind and light.
The Sun, reborn once more,
illumined strangers who, no longer strange,
would kiss good morning by the shore,
amid a range of change.
David Nelson Bradsher
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First Date
They walked the dark to dawn,
beneath a moon the hue of butter-crème,
traversing lawn to selfsame lawn,
each breath cocooned in steam.
The two communed with words,
in hushed disclosure, all they wished to say,
till shrill alarms from punctual birds
were trumpeting the day
as it arose in full,
a tangerine eruption, citrus-bright,
through clouds—as wisped as shredded wool—
thinning in wind and light.
The day, reborn and warm,
illumined strangers who, no longer strange,
would kiss good morning by her dorm
amid a range of change.
They walked the dark to dawn,
beneath a moon the hue of butter-crème,
traversing lawn to selfsame lawn,
each breath cocooned in steam.
The two communed with words,
in hushed disclosure, all they wished to say,
till shrill alarms from punctual birds
were trumpeting the day
as it arose in full,
a tangerine eruption, citrus-bright,
through clouds—as wisped as shredded wool—
thinning in wind and light.
The day, reborn and warm,
illumined strangers who, no longer strange,
would kiss good morning by her dorm
amid a range of change.
