Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Advent Omega Second Coming—Poem #57

New flower petals fallen all white—in an agency of perfume which fills the air. A
blue noon haze drifts to settle this May Mountain—in crests rising as if it were
August again—O the fragile rebirth of a golden Summer’s fragrant dreaming—O
Love again.

Advent Omega
Second Coming
Poem #57
Summer 2000
-T. Byron Kelly


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