A Summer Dawn’s Parade

In summer’s light, the dawn’s soft kiss,
Awakens leaves, the vapors’ bliss.

In this park’s corner, sounds arise,
As on the left, where shadows guise.

A fairy parade, indeed, I see,
Floats decked in gilded imagery.

With masts and canvases, they sway,
As twenty steeds in circus array.

Children and men, on beasts they ride,
In carriages old, adorned with pride.

Flags and flowers, a colorful show,
In pastoral attire, they gladly go.

Even coffins, ‘neath the night’s shroud,
With ebony plumes, a solemn crowd.

Trotting along, with mares so grand,
In blue and black, they make their stand.

:: 05.23.2024 ::

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Poetry is so beautiful. One day, oh one day, I wish to write a great poem!