Almost too slow for the eye, the lowcountry marsh
bends against the new season’s subtle color.
Above the snowline the years startle:
the flick of the starling’s iridescent wing.
Almost too slow for the eye, the lowcountry marsh
bends against the new season’s subtle color.
Above the snowline the years startle:
the flick of the starling’s iridescent wing.
Superb, Jeff! As always your poetry is sparse in an expansive way!. you say enough but not too much.
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Thanks Ron!
Fantastic, Jeff. Sparse in an expansive way! *grin
Is there an echo in here? It’s a good one.
Beats me! I’m a stranger here myself. *grin*
Yes, an echo of poetic genius reminiscent of Carlsbad Caverns, *** 🙂 ***