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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The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
2 comments:
This writing is full of hope and life. My heart is dancing after reading and re-reading it. Thank you for posting another awesome poem for us all to fill our senses.
Thank you for your insightful comment, Technobabe.
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