I feel as rich as Croesus
while watching gold of day
dispel amid white cypress;
its final sheen's display.
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The crystalline orb of night hallucinogenically hangs above the smoky pines....wrought marvelously by the vivid imagery, thanks for sharing
This was beautiful imagery. Made me invision a midsummer's night's dream.
Beauty and harmony combined to bring peace and happiness, tranquility. I love the 'feel' of this poem, simply because it makes me happy. I love this time of day, just before night starts to stalk us! !
a marvelously vivid scene seems to effortlessly appear from your stanzas. hypnotically draws you in. masterful work, Greg. -Tailor
Greg, this is so eruditely flowing that one almost has to actually look at the page to see the subtle rhyme. Hat off once again, sire... t x
Discourteous blackbirds continue to make a fuss our exchange of words, decline and fall to dust.......magnificently said.