My beauty

[eclipse]

The night scattered my lover and
the stars like confetti, beauty caught
her, autumn winds brought the last
embers from the summer sun. Nature
tests it's brush with a shade from her
auburn hair making the tangerine mist declare
a different hue. My dearest's eyes are painted
into the windows of the night previewing
her ravishing gaze until it becomes a
satellite shared with the world then raised
to the stars.Winter takes her symmetry as
her eyes shimmer through his mask reaching
summer who pines for a landscape redefined,
but fingers cannot reach flakes of snow, winter
sings it's frosty climes as my beloved climbs beauty's
vine. The soft winds of spring stroke the vine to

reveal her grace, four seasons construct a palace,

in the single pane she is a blend of each-colors

merge, snow floats on the yellow tides of summer.

My suitor becomes a fifth season, the guide to

five winds that blow against my heart.

[poetjohncompton]

its so flowing and beautiful.

 

vivid too.

 

nicely done!

[eclipse]

thank you

[David W. Parsley]

Barry, the force that moves this poem is a passion somewhat reminiscent of Neruda. The weaving of seasons together is pleasing and unforced, nice variation on a theme as old as poetry itself. I applaud the care in avoiding repetitions, the originality of phrasing.

 

Nice!

- Dave