Spoken Colors

 

 

 

the last melody of the wolf

fades with the last feigning sun ray

the sky speaks softly

the horizon offers  tacit riposte

the wind calls gently

the leaves impart the relay

 

colors at dusk have spoken

an unspoken lexis repainted throughout day

tinges at dusk viewed as sound

the sky highlights her hues

altering colors fade before

midnight shines blue

 

predawn glows time awaited

and the pullet declares the way

song birds sing old songs in new old ways

the melodies resound anew

natures parade marches past

sights and sounds near and vast

 

in a seeming instant

the song of the wolf

reappears in the late afternoon

the horizon paints its wares

the wind gently calls for the hue.

the circle of life

fused as a day or two

 

Reviews

[We are young.]

very intriguing, it makes you want to keep reading from the first sentence