Drops

             I
From the spinning
Circles that cross
Heaven and Hell,
Down the skies,
Between the branches,
The iron routes,
Across the leaves,
Between the rocks,
The weeds and brick dust;
Un-noticed they
Fall and run:
The too-casual
Drops of history.

  II
This is the placid hour
Of the fumble-flying moths.
 Day’s-eye stars are closing;
The honeybee’s purple
Pincushion, nectar and pollen palace
seaholly

Is become medieval slate mace.
Clusters of early autumn berries
Constellation-spin above:
Monochrome peace
Has come to visit.

23/8/2013

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3 thoughts on “Drops

  1. Oloriel says:

    Gorgeous imagery and language use, this really beckons one to just sit at a comfy spot and imagine away.

  2. beeseeker says:

    Be my guest
    🙂
    … and thanks.

  3. j9epoetry says:

    i enjoyed the first stanza xxx

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