Waning autumn
Waxing spring
Valiant summer
From her lair brings
The flighty pixie
Preferring her mind
To the company
Of the rest of the blind
In her free moments
She’s drawn to this realm
To whisk away hours
Under emerald elm
In solitary throne,
Queen of the Cascades
High above in solitude
In splatterings of shade
Till the ebbing of day
Calls her down
And no longer
Does she hold the crown
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2018 09:11
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Love this, great poem.
Thanks AZURA for sharing such a beautiful memory in such a beautiful POEM ! Love the structure 5 balanced quatrains with a consistent Rhyme Pattern xaxa xbxb etc. This gives it great flow and makes it a delight to recite ! Love the subject of the POEM ~ As a CHILD I had a secret place in a TREE in the local woods ! Yours as always BRIAN !
Thanks!!!
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