Yellow comes first, aspiring from the rot, And purple afterwards divides the plot, A composition pent up man forgot. Skeins of the storm through blue winds intertwined, For their rapport some disincarnate mind, Some thought before the world, might have divined:
Poetry Wednesday: First Flowers
Poetry Wednesday: First Flowers
Poetry Wednesday: First Flowers
Yellow comes first, aspiring from the rot, And purple afterwards divides the plot, A composition pent up man forgot. Skeins of the storm through blue winds intertwined, For their rapport some disincarnate mind, Some thought before the world, might have divined: