Tenderness

Tenderness

Tenderness
Proud
Purity
Just yet
About artlesness
I got used to
From a Walk
Sunrise
Sunflower
Early Evening

Ruffled in October’s
satin gloom
it quivers by the white
wall; so suddenly
and everywhere it turns dark.

You see it, as it
bends, supple
and honeyed into quiescence:
the light is broad,
and scented.

AuthorViera Prokešová
2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 September 8th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 74|0 Comments