Mar 2019
.
Mighty palette
in the sky.
Feast of pastel colours
of sundown.
Nestbound birds
sang up a cry.
Alone I sat,
grass-crested mound.
Inhale a breath,
exhale a sigh...
Pocket of bliss,
peace on earthly ground.
.
Mighty palette
in the sky.
Feast of pastel colours
of sundown.
Nestbound birds
sang up a cry.
Alone I sat,
grass-crested mound.
Inhale a breath,
exhale a sigh...
Pocket of bliss,
peace on earthly ground.
.
