Like this except for one ward - laves. It jju,ps out as unusual and not
quite matching the rest, despite its assonance with lavender. Possibly its
more common where you live, though.
A very smooth appreciative atmosphere.
SallyE
on 25/8/02 11:49 am, Sue Scalf at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Marshes
>
>
> The world is white and blue and green,
> and the air so sweet it makes me dizzy,
> clean as the herons whiter than bone;
> reed grass that Moses knew moves
> as if a spirit breathed upon it
> this way then that, as the tide sweeps in
> or leaves. Grass sways from blue horizon
> to blue horizon, and when the moon
> calls the waters to sea, oysters reveal
> their secret beds, and shrimp float
> away to come again. Brown birds vie
> for what is left behind then fly away,
> and an egret stands silent as a cat.
> Now the sky is laved in lavender.
> Everything waits in sunset's glow,
> lulled into the marshland's peace.
>
> Sue Scalf
> http://members.aol.com/poetscalf
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