Mystic Rendezvous

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    Mystic Rendezvous

    I saw a painted pony, Palomino wild grass

    Grazing in the meadow,

     Strolling slowly through the past

    Peaceful nuzzling fawn

     Suckling upon its mother’s breast     

    Radiant awakenings, antiquities last request

    Thistles prick the thickets, crimson paradise

    The hare it goes a-hoppin’, wildfire eyes entice

    Leaves are quickly changing,

    Life’s melodic utterance

    Gliding, swirling, falling-

    Nature’s merry wonderments

    Twilight’s dusk is rising

    Starlight fireflies

    Harvest moon is howling

    Lunar oceans ebb & tide

    The fog is gently rolling

    Brink of dawn anticipation

    Swallowed by the thundering clouds

    Hazy realization

     

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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