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Color Rhapsody
Hers was the color of winter--
Snow-covered hillocks &
Meadows glistening soft
Under azure skies
His was the color of fall--
Golden muscled textures &
Russet rhapsodies glimmering
On the edge of sunset
When their bodies met,
Snow melted in the warmth
Of autumn´s breath
Begetting
A turbulence of waters
Rushing under the stars.
great work
on your poems.
Nice work, Jim. I like the sweet and simple ones. You paint this picture with very graceful strokes.
Jim, Very sensual and descriptive poem. I loved it!