"desaturates" poems
*A crystal drop upon glistening leaves;
A wale through bark upon towering trees.
A fresh gust of air with a simple breeze;
A livid set of clouds will hide skies keys.
Day desaturates and forms low degrees.
A sun falls down with a storms great displease.
Within the rain, plants will sink to their knees,
And wait patiently for a howl to seize.
A quite bird approaches cold with a sneeze,
Hunkering down to avoid late nights freeze.
Sporadically, winds form a silly tease,
‘Til gales quiet down and prepare with flees.
In morning’s clear rise, new day brings release,
Upon wishful flowers, which plant new seeds.
A wall of bad brings a gateway of ease,
Allowing grateful life to keep on sprees. *
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC