Dirt road in April,
warm, dusty trail,
you are what you are --
no pretense, no veil.
Dirt road in April,
Spring's arbor anew
as the bare feet of children
play games upon you.
Dirt road in April,
trusty old friend,
earthy brown carpet
welcoming those 'round the bend.
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When green and brown and yellow blend
And on each other must depend
To dress the hawthorn on the bend
That’s where the magic is.
Sparkling!
And, if you put your ear to the ground, you might hear this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4CG2ZSfgA0
legion d'honnaire in 1920. Northern France I believe.(comedy gold)Fauré was a little licentious but a total genius. I'm certain you are the latter. Thanks again.
For you Turquoise: http://patienceandtheprodigal.blogspot.com/2012/04/thats-where-magic-is.html
Patience&Prodigal, these poems just "happened" in response to your arresting picture. Decided to insert them, after all. Hope you don't mind.
"Two Views"
DUSK
Flaming orange
sets dusk afire,
lush blues and greens conversing deeply
with red accents.
Twilight's palette ignited,
colors swirl and dance
with restless intensity
like laughing children before bedtime,
leaping
into the eye
of the beholder.
DAYBREAK
Flaming orange
sets daybreak afire,
lush blues and greens whispering softly
with red accents.
Dawn's palette ignited,
colors swirl and dance
like sun-kissed children
eager to play,
leaping
into the eye
of the beholder.
~ Composed by Turquoise, April 24, 2012
an old chinese maxim decrees that "A picture paints a thousand words" In 'two views' you have achieved the opposite.Beauty is still,'in the eye of the beholder'.Regards, P and P.
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