Thursday, September 10, 2015

September



September has warm winds
scintillating sensuously stirring
Floats breeze over trees
as a murmured prayer

The poet is enamoured enraptured, 
awash with tumbled phrases.
Drunkenly adrift, absorbed
by a gently given gift.


© MRL 9/10/2015

2 comments:

  1. ...awash with tumbled phrases... oh, I can relate to this:) beautifully written, I love September :)

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