Ribbons of gold and russet brown
cascading gently, cross my brow.
They fall with sweep, with some panache,
then overlapping lay...
and as my mother's hands carress,
they softly glint in halflight's sleep,
and finally a resting place,
my texture softly gleams...
ribbons of gold and russet brown
descend upon my dreams.
About Me
The purpose of this blog is to create a space in which to make more widely available the poetry through which I express myself. Some of this poetry is written specifically as project material and some is simply my giving vent to fits of spontaneity.
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