A Pale June Morning

A Pale June Morning

A Poem by Sarah Conder

Pale June,

An early morning brushed by a slight, ghostly breeze.

The sun is meek, recoiling away from the effervescent clouds

Floating along a wisp of a dream, lost minutes after awakening.

A thrush, the colour of rain-drenched autumn leaves, stumbles his song,

Whilst the yellow rose bush sheds her flowers,

Petals strewn, like a muted waterfall.

Silver birch and willow tree,

Their leaves and osiers entangled in intimacy, whisper sweet nothings

In hushed articulation.

The somnambulant can tread softly,

For gentle is the mourning that blankets the grass with dew.

© 2013 Sarah Conder


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Captivated in the movie and magic of scenes,words and imagery.
Stopping to understand one scene allures to see the next and finally view in amazement the beauty of
mourning that blankets the grass with dew.
What a lovely work!
I can simply wonder and look around in excitement to see how the others enjoyed the golden piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

8 Years Ago

You are so very kind, thank you :)
zainul

8 Years Ago

This is all my pleasure,dear poet.:)



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Beautiful Imagery . I am impressed . Take a bow :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

8 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Omair Bhat

8 Years Ago

You are welcome .
a really nice scene created here...not just one we see, but one we feel as well...

you have beautiful phrasing...

jacob

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

8 Years Ago

Thank you!
Captivated in the movie and magic of scenes,words and imagery.
Stopping to understand one scene allures to see the next and finally view in amazement the beauty of
mourning that blankets the grass with dew.
What a lovely work!
I can simply wonder and look around in excitement to see how the others enjoyed the golden piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

8 Years Ago

You are so very kind, thank you :)
zainul

8 Years Ago

This is all my pleasure,dear poet.:)
If the fourth word of the last line is a pun, it is very clever in its misspelling. It opens up new vistas on the poem!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sarah Conder

8 Years Ago

It was intentional, thank you!
Dean

8 Years Ago

then indeed....congratulations

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Tags: pale, june, spring, summer, nature, romantic

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Sarah Conder
Sarah Conder

United Kingdom



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Hello there lovelies, my name is Sarah, I am eighteen and am a student of English Literature and Drama. I am very fond of reading, especially 19th-20th Century fiction, the works of Shakespeare and th.. more..

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