Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The Golden Wattle

The autumn
Rain brings fresh hope
Of life in the
Sun-burnt country...
The golden wattle blooms

The neophyte
Captures the gentle muse
In the sacred
Dew of the glorious morn…
The dream is still alive

With her mane
Of auburn hair shining
In the sun
She wrote the first stanza…
Tickling the inner beauty

Dance of the maidens…
The mesmerizing rhythm
Of the
Tanka poem under
The rainbow

A promise
Fulfilled, it’s time to…
Smell the roses

The wise
Owl on the prowl, this
Sensitive soul…
Stirring lust out of the golden
Heart of autumn


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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