Poetic Grace

Poetic Grace

drifts through
the edge of a woodland
collecting jewelweed flowers
that she distills
into a golden ink to write
her favorite words

on colorful leaves 
as they capriciously
float and drift to earth
scattering into poems
that seed into sassafrass trees
and wild ochre grasses

Poetic Grace often meets her old friend 
Garden Grace for quiet conversation
when the setting sun disrobes
and slips into a nearby pond
gathering dusk and day around her
for an intimate rendevous with the saffron moon

it is her intention
to braid the twilight
of sun and moon
dusk and day
words and leaves
into sonnets of poetic grace

ag ~ 2012

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5 thoughts on “Poetic Grace

    1. Cynthia, it really fills my heart to know that you and others are delighting in the light and color of my words. When I reread it this morning – I was wondering if I overkilled it – a little like too much saccharine. Perhaps not. Much appreciation for your comment. I’m still learning/growing and everyone’s comments help to guide me. Andrea

  1. A beautiful poem. I love how you weave light and color throughout, especially in ” setting sun disrobes and slips into a nearby pond gathering dusk and day around her for an intimate rendevous with the saffron moon.”

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