Here goes a trifle sway that startlesan idle bard and Sun.’neath the wavering shades he weavesthe rhyme of leaves and Sun.Here goes a soul white as daphnes,in fragrant swells are souls reborn,in her wake they’re tossed on shimmersand then ashore: the bard and Sun.Here goes the crimson Sun;he bids a fair adieu,quilts a sanguine spreadContinue reading “Bard and rhyme”