PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

     Off to the east the steady sun-track.

     Golden meshes fill Webs of fire, that

    lace and tangle,

     Never a moment still.

    Thinned to amber,rimmed with silver,

     Clouds in the distance dwell,

   Clouds that are cool, for all their color,

    Pure as a rose-lipped shell. What I think

    it would be like at the sea just dreaming

      today.