Under the thinning boughs of the Ash
he recanted the hush of the woods
The rain's dearth relented
as the Dryads, braided new ideals,
promising great abundance.
The sated Moon-flowers swallowed the
nocturnal owls silhouette.
The fallow lands impervious
to these swathes, broom
sealing their heedlessness.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
Under the thinning boughs of the Ash
he recanted the hush of the woods
The rain's dearth relented
as the Dryads, braided new ideals,
promising great abundance.
The sated Moon-flowers swallowed the
nocturnal owls silhouette.
The fallow lands impervious
to these swathes, broom
sealing their heedlessness.
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