RTHYMN AND HUES
Birds of Paradise, hushed in a tall vase,
The size of grande, in the corner of a room.
Talk is precious, culture garrulous, if you
Take into consideration, the bass, the guitar
The tenor, in the steelband orchestra.
All voiced at the same time.
In sunlight scourching, in dim evening twilight,
Still its intensity, its voice, like the vibrancy
Of those Birds of Paradise imitating sunset.
Mocking pretenders of the dying evening.
Flora and music, specific of country
A biome marked Paradise (T&T) generously shared
Within its very own, rthymn and hues.
RTHYMN AND HUES © gillena cox 2019
Poets United
Midweek Motif ~ Biodiversity
REVISIT
2 May 2016
