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Nafula

by Melina Raven Maness Diebold

Can the breath of morning

still my night's reverie

and with it's vapored arms

the sunrise bring me

 

And whipporwhills warble

the moon's sad funeral dirge

bringing to close yet another day

as darkness, the sunlight does purge

 

Each dewed twig and supple limb

glistens clarion with morning's awe

I wonder, how much, just how much

of this daylight pageant will last within the fall

08/20/2003

Posted on 08/20/2003
Copyright © 2022 Melina Raven Maness Diebold

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 08/25/03 at 05:37 PM

the imagery floats...gorgeous

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