Mythic Menagerie

The last traces of blue sky shrink away.

A mass of moist gray swells in its place. Still, the budding maple leaves on the trees across the street reflect the golden hue of setting sun.

For a moment.


this mad inscape

purple tigers

for dVerse Poets’ Poetics: Naming the Rose (pubtended by Merril Smith). The Pub is open! Come join us.

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