I once held a clutch of unhappiness,
in a field of corn flowers
as leaves blew cankered with rust,
if only Autumns white shadows
would cross the stubble fields
and by the morning light a wondrous hamlet
would be strolled upon
that would be reason enough
to dream into the realms of the possible
reinventing brightness unbowed.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
I once held a clutch of unhappiness,
in a field of corn flowers
as leaves blew cankered with rust,
if only Autumns white shadows
would cross the stubble fields
and by the morning light a wondrous hamlet
would be strolled upon
that would be reason enough
to dream into the realms of the possible
reinventing brightness unbowed.
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