Cattails threw shadows
Into placid stream surface,
Gleaming at the setting.
Beak to beak crooning,
Floating on curvy waters,
The swans patterned heart throbs.
From the west oozed
Burnt orange blaze, and
The waningred red glow
Silhouetted life’s moments
In earnest molecules.
And in pallid seconds,
In the midst of the angst of torment,
Between the demented heaven
And the heartbreaking earth,
The struggling soul gasps.
As always your poetry is so descriptive.
I could see the cattails and the swans.
Liz
Thank you.