Monday, March 27, 2023

The Galaxy's Tempo

Beneath the humming gaze of Galaxy, 
Cloud shed their summer slumber
Into thunder, twined as sterling spores, 
Albino powder, winged oars,
Which stirs nature's umber bed
Into a woolen terrace, white-wed. 
Moonlit stardust ponders air,
And sheaths silver poplar's bare 
Skeleton in lace veil. 
When gust-chimes through willows wail,
Vines spooled with ice-dripped pearls,
Graze lakes' glazed-swirls, 
En-marbled with crystal fossil, fixed-foam,
Alabaster alchemy, metallic-chrome. 
Frosted fields of ferns unfurl, 
Snowdrops and crocuses uncurl,
Into a pale-draped tableau, 
Beneath the Galaxy's tempo.

No comments:

Post a Comment

The Realm of Possibility and Has Happened

In   the  r ealm   of my subconscious mind, I am standing on the  Crest of Decision, the  Peak of P ossibility. And below, all  the  forsake...

Edel-White