Un ange passez

lil french der

Morning sun thumbs the thicker heart strings
With a shudder bass of pleasure
Adding rhythm to tenor falsetto wren songs
In suddenly lit shadowed crevasses
Still enjoying the quietnesses of sleep
A hawk screams in delight of rising air
We sip our fresh ground percolations
naked in the hot still water
Watching humming birds taste and guard feeders
Suddenly we're spell bound
She's all white, an angel
Her wings a halo of flourescence.
We are now awake.

Reviews

[Gandré]

this melody of wild nature was sharply expressed with this "Adding rhythm to tenor falsetto wren songs
In suddenly lit shadowed crevasses " --------wow, really beautiful.
I was able to see this situation, and even breathe the air and listen to the water and see its ripples.
what a wonderful morning. aren't we our dreams? I think, we are. this was another mastery, you are always strongly connected to this Earth within the tone, texture and always your style of poetic metaphors so innocently presented and epitomized happiness. Hello Donald, also, thanks for reviewing "Undressed". Much appreciated.