A yearning
as sirens of
autumn’s breath
whisper words
of anticipation.
A rhythmic contralto
an echo to the soul
a welcomed unrest
as the valley chants
its familiar tune.
Mesmerized
is she as gleams
of heaven incensed
unveil a sight divine.
A prelude
as skies yield to
nature’s command–
a foretaste of the
promised cleansing
of her deliverance.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
The word selection, tempo, and tenderness of your poem are divine. Thank you for sharing. Brian
Thank you for reading, Brian. 🙂
Great poem.
Thanks 🙂
Beautiful.
Thanks 🙂