Micropoetry

The hills have holy feet

Take your baptism

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Micropoetry

A sprinkling morrow

Drinking from the trees

Earth is cooling

As the sun is shady

A noble mood

The simple quiet

Of daydreams

Micropoetry

The insanity is dead

All red about the sky

So cold against the wind

This day shall flee

It is thirsty

It is wandering

Blurring at the end

Micropoetry

From childhood

I have not taken my sorrow

I could not awaken my heart

To joy at the same tone

All I loved

I loved alone

Micropoetry – Heather Mirassou

Take me to the ocean

Bring the leaping sun

Daybreak is full of diamonds

Dancing swelling tides

Make me want to write

 

Micropoetry – Heather Mirassou

October is a beggar

Knocking on doors

Snatching golden leaves

In Autumn