A Pale June Morning

Pale June,

An early morning brushed by a slight, ghostly breeze.

The sun is meek, recoiling away from the effervescent clouds

Floating along a wisp of a dream, lost minutes after awakening.

A thrush, the colour of rain-drenched autumn leaves, stumbles his song,

Whilst the yellow rose bush sheds her flowers,

Petals strewn, like a muted waterfall.

Silver birch and willow tree,

Their leaves and osiers entangled in intimacy, whisper sweet nothings

In hushed articulation.

The somnambulant can tread softly,

For gentle is the mourning that blankets the grass with dew.

Reviews

[zainul]

Captivated in the movie and magic of scenes,words and imagery.
Stopping to understand one scene allures to see the next and finally view in amazement the beauty of
mourning that blankets the grass with dew.
What a lovely work!
I can simply wonder and look around in excitement to see how the others enjoyed the golden piece.

[Sarah Conder]

You are so very kind, thank you :)

[zainul]

This is all my pleasure,dear poet.:)

[Omair Bhat]

Beautiful Imagery . I am impressed . Take a bow :)

[Sarah Conder]

Thank you :)

[Omair Bhat]

You are welcome .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a really nice scene created here...not just one we see, but one we feel as well...

you have beautiful phrasing...

jacob

[Sarah Conder]

Thank you!

[Dean]

If the fourth word of the last line is a pun, it is very clever in its misspelling. It opens up new vistas on the poem!

[Sarah Conder]

It was intentional, thank you!

[Dean]

then indeed....congratulations