Bog
Breath of golden symphony, bourn upon the mist;
Weave within the wooden bones of tide and shore;
Stain the feathered wing with gilding, break the shadows tryst;
Rejoice the birth of day, jewel flung across the moor.
Cloaked in glory’s lighted hues of gem-touched imagery;
Blazoned morn dances with the weightless feet of fog;
Cavort above the silk of water’s fur and rippled shivering;
Magnify the brilliant vestige of a simple bog.
Weave within the wooden bones of tide and shore;
Stain the feathered wing with gilding, break the shadows tryst;
Rejoice the birth of day, jewel flung across the moor.
Cloaked in glory’s lighted hues of gem-touched imagery;
Blazoned morn dances with the weightless feet of fog;
Cavort above the silk of water’s fur and rippled shivering;
Magnify the brilliant vestige of a simple bog.
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