Wednesday, December 7, 2016

do you love the mist?

we dream on day light
white camellia comes to bloom
and through the mist
a robin's site is made
by note of breast

the berry red the robin knows
and layered warmth
beneath the sod feeds both berry
and the vine
all while it reaches up and grows

dew on wing sat to vine
with red its vital voice - calls to camellia
singing in its white

do you love the Winter, do you love
its very mist?
the Camellia kisses the sweetest dew
and answers robin  "Yes"




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  2. I was taken away by the wording
    Then Camellia said "Yes"