Nature’s Diary on a Hot Summer’s Eve

by Ian G Graham

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Muted blue flaming fire.

Fading undutiful haste.

Desire – back- burns with mental grace.

Cleansing unseats constitution…

another soul to flee.

 

Nature’s arms cradle a large – round – crimson disk on its horizon

… kisses the face of evening sky

… etches her signature into the sinking of night.

 

 Was it love caught fine in its own embrace?

Or love taking a back seat to tether illusions?

 

 

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