Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Deep In The Yellow

Deep in the yellow, wild winds scuttle, scurry.
Mellow meadow does heave, flow, ripple,
rush and thrust, while magical music

plays. Can you see me down here, pink-
eared as I devour scenery, humbled, fed,
nose-led where the last white drifted

away? Mix of aroma holds much wonder,
faith in dreams settle here. From Autumn
frost, vibrant remnants in clutch obey,

stayed. Spear-pierced earth cedes renewed
delight, nibbled goodness. Charmed pleasure,
low! Behold, four-earred hat, in gold field

today! Pink-white, dense-sphered, they sway.
Nose twitch inhales a bouquet waving
spindly arms, fresh, but won’t go to waste

by May.


16 lines, rhyming free verse


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