Thursday, January 30, 2014

Glint of a Hint

 
 
The night’s gripping
seconds relent quietly –
 
As glints of primeval presence
smooth away the mares
 
Into caressing tints
of blues and subtler prints
 
Against the curtain’s folds
where hints of shadows,
found outside in the woods, 
 

 Are specters running upon
a minted carousel
of flinted moods
 
As dawn’s light sparkles
in a glint of a hint...

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