Above the gable

Above the gable and
White horses I rose

In a sun-glinted sky
Of summer’s soft meanderings.

The purple pansies and
Orange poppies hoisted up

Their heads in the dewy
Hours of a moth-breathed day.

The walking tears of winter
Have descended into a shroud

Of clouds and fully disappeared.
Summer’s brazen-breasted light
Glows in my soul.

From: 
Dawnell Harrison




ABOUT THE POET ~
Dear editors:, I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others., Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes. Thank you.


Last updated February 12, 2013