Thursday, October 3, 2013

Ovation


I watch
textiled world
through
dimmed window,
twilight muted; sheer pleated sky
spiraling into night’s music.

I applaud
pirouetting trees.
On point branches, limbs, leaves
arch and plié, furl then unfold lithe,
elated against purpled maroon scrim.
Twirled shouts of orange coil, crescendo, boom, crown;
Gift transcends day and falls silent. 

by S.Nielson

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