Buckland's Dawn
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Whorls of Buckland’s darkening
Beds to rest in streams
Of emerald currents searching out a low.
Dreaming of an ocean
Hemmed along her shore,
Reflection stands the stars upon her floor.
Drawn, the breath of mountain
Catches dew and sows
A kiss of mist into the shadowed air.
Sweet, the heather raises
Beauty’s evening smile
To glistening sigh from daylight’s turn, let go.
Followed, whispering echoes,
Cast upon the stones,
Fall disappeared into her caverns’ arms,
Settling in the stillness,
Embedding hallowed walls
Of midnight’s womb, securing Buckland’s dawn.
Bret Bourman
[Photo by Adhishakti Laila Reiss]
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