gabrielle
Gabrielle
Closer to owning
the fervent color that
wild flowers possess
As each
Day
Passes
…you settle)
In summer summit
of autumn bloom
To me;
you grew too fast,
too soon:
Your roots did draw from God’s well,
wild-bright-petal
Gabrielle.
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You’re currently reading “gabrielle,” an entry on JR Finlayson
- Published:
- October 13, 2008 / 5:11 am
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- buffalo, jeff finlayson, poetry
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- buffalo, dull roar, gabrielle, hazmat review, jr finlayson, monsters of verse, poems, poetry, rochester
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