then the azure sky

then the azure sky
    stirs
and after her languid night
wraps herself in yellow bows.

flocked, ingres-like, they lie.
    shirrs,
patterns of limpid light;
the earth strewn with ochre throws.

lambs bleat happy sighs.
    curs
greet the suckling daylight,
rising, colored in her glow.

dappled arms reach high.
    firs,
forget the oldest blight,
and east to west she does flow.

furtive glances, shy
    hers,
wash their evening’s delight,
forgetting the ancient blow.

and crisp swaying rye
    purrs
hellos to winding heights;
greetings, unremarked by doe.

old men set to pry
    errs
from clay encased in spite;
it's, unmoved by sweat or dough.

then payne’s gray sky
    whirs
and after her lively flight
wraps herself in darkest woe.

© rlbusséll 2017

paynes grey sky

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