When I Gaze Up at the Azure by Amana

When the morning sunlight dapples
my skin—
through the leafy dome of trees,
and shifts as the breeze stirs the leaves— When I Gaze Up at the Azure

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3 months ago

A really grreeat use of the prompt and a great read.

I am not sure that you even need the last verse

3 months ago
Reply to  Amana

Hi Amana,

There are some wonderful descriptions of your landscape in your poem – so very different sounding from here in the UK. You paint a lovely picture of the nature you live with. Thanks for sharing.