Category archives for Verse

Sunset At Hawk’s Nest

Platinum pupil and golden orange iris, Pure rose and turquoise the lids of the eye, Lashes of evergreen and the gliding hawk’s wing, Dark umber brows of the rustling oak bough. Plato’s puppet dances without strings, Tracing the shade of the fair plane tree, Yet under his gaze nothing is new But shadows cast from […]