Wednesday, April 26, 2006

out of season

the whisper fades faster than a summer day
the emotion swells like wheat in the Montana winds

radiant heat rises from an embarassed heart; cheeks blossom
the harvest, green and anxious, is reaped too early

and spoiled

2 comments:

Soulless said...

This reminds me: timing can so easily determine outcome. ^_^ Hullo. My first time here. Glad to have found another poetry blog! I have read some of your previous poems; the one entitled "Black" has blown me away... especially the following lines therein:

it fades, ebbing and flowing into the eternal vacuum
lapping the alien shores of distant emotions


Brilliant. ^_^ Do write more.

Day Dreamer said...

Thank you for visiting and commenting on my posts. I hope you enjoy your visits here.