Breath

Dusk, a crimson cloud
Of lost voices, breathing – snow,
In softest flame, drowned.

~

Soft edge of twilight,
The grapes, gold flushed, contemplate
– white face of the moon.

~

Below this full moon
I bared my soul to the rose,
She smiled, soothing me.

~

Waxing poetic,
Rose and flower sigh at me,
Blinking wide – suckle.

~

Deep into the wood
The deer leaped, and vanished,
Stealing all my thoughts.

 

 

 

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