Sunday, November 7, 2010

This long day



I loved this long day
with its bare breast poplars
and windswept smiles
I loved this long day
with its cold grass fingers and
infinite cloudless miles

I loved this long day
with its grinning breeze
and sightless meandering
I loved this long day
with the dancing air that
pirouetted into eve's surrendering

I loved this long day
with its sighing star scape
and waving gibbous moon
I loved this long day
that sat with me so long yet
walked away much too soon

 

1 comment:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Such a beautiful day.
A pleasant description of a beautiful day.
I like it. And yes, good things come to an end a bit too soon, or so it seems.