04-28-2015, 11:07 AM
(04-28-2015, 09:47 AM)ellajam Wrote: Vespertine At Rivernotch
In that moment when the fireball reflection
from the sunset behind us goes ppfffttt
the bats' ballroom buzzes as gnats rise,
dips and twirls just above our fingertips.
Barbecue smoke fades leaving honeysuckle
and wild clematis, vines brush our shoulders
and pull at strands of lake-loosed curls
as we lean our heads back and breathe
the still.
I'm there, I've been there all my life... oh, WTF!, I was reading a poem.
Coming to its end is like waking from a wonderful dream; you wish you hadn't.
Beautiful! Wordsworth would be envious. I could go on, but I think you get my point.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions