2010 Poetry Challenge

National Poetry Month



Nia Wynne

Lion of Time..........Sicilian Septet

Wind buffets and sun glares all around
While the lion of time marches through, soundless
Paws making their passage traceless, unfound.
Clouds swiftly fly and with their passing bless
The heavens, painting white crowns,
Capturing every hue of nature's dress.
Leo watches as love becomes the hound.



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