Monday, June 30, 2014

Idyll: The Meadow and the Muse
In strong sunlight green leaves shimmer
Underneath a sky of deepest, vibrant blue.
The meadow extends between two streams
That sparkle downhill towards a lake
Serving as genesis for a meandering river.

She glides along the copses
Examining myriads of flowers
In red, purple, orange and white,
Rainbowing at forest’s verge
Under hanging wisteria between boughs,
Inhaling the fragrances as dew dries.

From a distance I observe her
With my back resting against an oak.
She personifies elegance and sensuality
In slow motion.

As the sun ascends above the rolling hills
She will have come close enough to me
To hear the verses I have composed
As if words could express the loveliness
Of all that I glimpsed.

Arthur Turfa, 2014






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