Finale
It came on swift wings.
A whisper.
A soft caress
that smoothed the colour
from her cheeks
and painted her lips
with twilight.
Sweet jasmin breath
ruefully swept
with a gentle hush
amongst warm auburn tresses,
playfully ruffling
and settling,
sweetly serene.
Unafraid,
the sun slips
effortlessly
behind the horizon
to joyous farewell,
as an orchestra
of Cicadas
take up their wings
in harmony
to perform
their final symphony.
Steve Regan
Sat 20th Feb 2010 10:55
A great feeling of fluttering, exotic elegance is evoked by this poem, Nicky.
It's the sort of writing that makes you pause in wonderment at the small things of the Earth.
I hope you don't mind me suggesting one change. I would take out the word 'sweetly' from the 14th line.