A LITTLE TIME





Tarry your tempo, time

Slow your swift crusade
Grant me another glimpse
of the wandering nymphs

From distant north they fly 
to warm southern skies
magical mystic migrants
feathered sunrise surprise

Polka dotted horizon 
as far as eye can stretch
Fluttering mother and offspring
Eating, sleeping on wing

all I'm asking is a little time 
before the death of dawn
Cotton candy curtains drawn
before the closing chime

AN EXPERIMENT IN ALLITERATION


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