not far from Rome rumors grow legs and run,
Folks at Florence walk naked at night,
Because Hazel is hot about Crimson,
the way Lightening matches Thunder.
Night sky winks,
Romancing with Himalaya mountain peaks,
The Saint on old rag thinks of Virginia monks,
cutting dark clouds into icy chunks.
the moon hides,
letting the shooting star do space dance,
the Saint closes his eyes,
Fancying his childhood sweetheart from France.
below is an award from Thursday Poets Rally week 79,
how sweet! I simply flattered, and wish to pass such honor
to another poet who blogs and compose beautiful poetry,
good luck, ....Kodjo Deynoo Poetry (K.D.P) An Impressionist Poet and
Jeanne Elena Owen-Mihaltses Henneberry