Poetry 365

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Tuesday, Aug 25th, 2009

Her footsteps were a season’s coming
and quick gestures of her hand
were spring about you, warm and humming
winds across the honeyed land.

Down fluted colonnades the singing
shadows moved and grew more clear,
multitudes of bells set ringing
through the muted atmosphere.

So that you, however lightly,
kissing lips or touching hair
scattered coins of music brightly
on the pavements of the air!