of a gray september day
this early morning
i long for shadow-slices
undulating among rocky crags,
swooping into tree trunk crevices,
of golden sunshine–
light tickled by grass threads.
yesterday, they clung sensually
to a solitary rose,
her beauty now swept
beneath a leaden shroud.
My favorite prompt, the Quadrille, a 44-word poem (exactly, exclusive of the title)! This week De is looking for the word SHADOW in the poem itself. Stop by dVersePoets Pub with your Quadrille and sip delight by reading the submissions of other poets, sharing comments, too. The prompt is open all week.