I CLEARLY DREAMT
Mauve scarlet-edged billowing thunder-heads
Boil and plume and fume out of the west
Cumulous nimbus columns fired and hell-bent
Promises of intent not mere idle threats
Pale orange orb setting spilling gold across the stream
Silver six-penny moon ascending cradled by a winter tree
That is a stark silhouette against this dark lowering sky
And dripping the last rains from her heaven-earthing heights
November winds stole her regal golden crown
And every single stitch of her gorgeous autumn gown
She now drapes forlorn before this january storm
That last night I clearly dreamt will bring her crashing down
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Jonas is obviously a talented poet at well as brilliant goalie! Love the photo too.
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A gifted poet indeed.
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