Poem: A HOLIDAY MORNING

Braids lighten's the moon.
With beautiful colour that blooms
nodding alone in the cold noon.
Saying grace to the fading trees.
Dancing and matching on the sold scene.
Greens on his blue screen.
A dirty pretty nature.
On a jade future.
It brows on the swift wind.
Blinking diamond coups.
Sleeps in a colourless bream.
As the fire-flies sing at the midnight spring.
To the dead holy priest.
as the shadow morning open her gate.
As the heavens smile from a mile,
the stars also dancing to the skies on a holiday

By:
Beryl Rem