Her Burgeoning
meadow mystery
harrows cabalic clouds
unsheathing spangle cloaks
swansdown unearths relics
dappled within perfuming gardens
mortality knows secrets beheld
kept upon knolls diuturnal whisper
quietude's sing in tranquil stillness
as her remains are life growing
inside lithospheres final promise
embalmed to ashes crematory
we walk with churchwardens gown
as their mortal flesh baths unaware
swilling with their descrying souls
evermore into these marrows
under the sheltering branches
of her burgeoning pecan grove...
(Written: June 13th, 2010 8:21 a/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley
Georg
just look at the power and aptness of 'cabalic clouds' and 'lithospheres final promise'...Sage is right, you're one of a kind.
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Love,
Sage
Blessings,
Christine
cheers,
dan
fee
Much peace, love and light,
Amber "V"