Gold lining, no silver... <br />Sun-flooded glows... <br />Grey clouds soften... <br />One rooster crowing. <br /> <br />Hawk perches early. <br />No movement. <br />No shadow. <br />Much food. <br /> <br />Vapors rise from <br />The Delphic floor. <br />I will not robe <br />Today. Nor speak. <br /> <br />I will listen... <br />Bemused.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storm-45/
