silent tumbling strings
translucent and transparent
flee the clear ether
silken treasured song
weaves its tapestry in Sun
glistening in the day
embers of fire red
ignite the quiet white snow
look – a fin appears
curlicuing ‘round
a chlorophyll encounter
circling comets sing
of molten moonbeams
in such dappled harmonies
only spectres swim
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson