Bernard Alain

Quiet Tower On The Hill

a bronze
horse
rears
in a susurrus
of
familiar
maples

where
stone giants
sleep beneath
the
mossy patina
of
copper clad
hats

I can
hear
carillons
of autumn
past

crisp as
leafy
zephyrs

dancing

Comments

Anonymous said…
nice write B, though I think patina ... hats detracts main focus. Lace is good and adds a motherly (femme) joy to that final rustle. T'would also give you permit to name the dance *wink*

Congradulations, my fine friend, much deserved exporsure!

J

who else would it be - eh?
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