Poetic Interlude XXXII

Springtime
 
A single beam through grey sky slips;
An evening brighter than the day,
Which, pendant, softly dripped.
 
Startled, the rebellious ray
Exults in its successful quip:
An evening brighter than the day.
 
The light refracts through droplets flipped,
Melting barriers away
Which, pendant, softly dropped.
 
The crystal lance receives its prey:
With solemn majesty equipped,
 An evening brighter than the day.
 
A fragment from the summer, clipped,
Causing April’s tears to fray,
Which, pendant, softly dripped.
 
One moment, eloquently fey,
And grey remorse – for now – is ripped:
An evening brighter than the day
Which, pendant, softly dripped.
 
©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved
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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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