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from Ether’s

bed of feathered

comet tails, spun like cotton

candy into cloudy animals drawn

from starry nests in periwinkle seas that

fill Heaven, a yawning peacock fans a floral breeze

that tickles the feet of birds and crowns the globe with oranges,

plums, and berries, gems plucked from Rainbow’s prize, while Horizon

bursts into buttercups rimmed with pearls of milk filled with honeyed dew,

and earthy sweets tease the palate, a mourning feast for Nature’s cradle, as blades

of warmth pierce the heart of Shade, and wilting rays fire Axis’ revolution of days grown

tired from budding life into promising splendor, never returning to an unmarked passage,

until rest restores the way, and Grace sparks the blink of an eye.

— Terri Lynn Cummings

5 Comments Post a comment
  1. Jpat #

    Your imagery is so vital, and command of the language exceptional! Thank you for sharing these.


    January 5, 2014
  2. Congratulations on your powerful yet tender work and thank you for choosing to follow one of my blogs.


    October 15, 2017
    • You are quite welcome. Your blog is wonderful 🙂 Thank you for visiting mine and comment on a poem. Have a nice day.

      Liked by 1 person

      October 15, 2017
      • Thank you so much and I enjoyed what I read on your blog. 🙂


        October 15, 2017

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