Monday, June 14, 2010

Summer Rounds

Like burning shades of golden twine;
We dance in summer rounds.
An emerald sea beneath our feet
Whispers, as the sun goes down.

Azure mantle round our heads,
Pearl white clouds our crown.
Diamond stars to kiss our brows
As ebony night enshrouds the land.

2 comments:

BusyB said...

when i heard that....i just felt a little more relaxed ... THank yOu!

Nagi said...

You went for all kinds of colors in this one, which is pretty awesome, and way to throw down the poetry.