Curosity

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I’m waiting for summer to start.

I want to see through emerald leaf
how the young sun rises,
how waking birds nod
to the familar sky
and sing to life their bright day.

I’m curious.

When will the stoic snail finish
his pilgrimage
into the cool shade 
of this airy fern?

And in blazing noon 
tell me
if the fussing wren still
flits or throws back
feathered arms
behind downy head
to siesta.

But most I want to feel
the precise moment 
when blushing sun
spills his red life
into the gentle arms
of his dark love, night.

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3 thoughts on “Curosity

  1. outstanding…

    Glad to discover your poetry talent,
    Impressed,
    Hope to see you join our poetry potluck today,
    1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome in case you fall short in doing a theme fitting piece.
    Bless you.
    Keep up the excellence.
    xxx

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