Poetry and Beauty for Friday, April 22, 2005

I see a lattice of tree, behind the lattice of trellice that covers the desk. The pale evening light glows behind. Colors no longer can be easily differentiated. The darkness turns them into dark gray. This is the time to worship, The God who turns the sun and puts the earth to sleep. Come to his... Sign in to see full entry.

After the rain has stopped, The sun shines bright. It blinds my eyes with its brilliance. The leaves glisten with raindrops The pavement glares, And the grass glows with green. These rare emerald days of spring, Come in between gray blustery days And dark wet ones. Once summer comes the bright sun... Sign in to see full entry.