Seen through the
Evening's
Cool dusk fall
Measure
Of no light
This tiny flicker
Up and down
Circles in it's flight

This moving sunlight
Disappearing
In this three stand
Tree stand clearing
Oh who has endowd
This creature small
With such a pinpoint
That hints of fall?

Refreshing taste
Of air's sweet breath
The after rains
Gift col bereft

Dewy damp grass
Moving through
The feet of those
Who passing drew
Those sweetest waters
From the ground
Which gives so freely
The rain's gift round

So gentle many
Blades carress
But so much more Than this
The outside
Skin they touch
And lucidness so sweetly kiss

Why wafting mint
Do you so please
To ride on air
Beneath these trees
A gasp so tinged
With leafy taste
A bitter friend
This nostril chased

So mighty granduer
Trite kings have shown
Their light upon
This nightly tome
Thus their effulegence
Extends To those entranced As denizens

Halt! Rulers come And high imagination
Has brought these ones
Down from their station
To mingle with
The comman folk
Then off they fly
To land baroque

So thus the leave
To clearest end
Until the night
So comes again
Extending moments
Brisk and clear
They rule for a time
Then disappear

06/22/2002

Posted on 06/22/2002
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