Saturday, July 5, 2014

TO BE PUBLISHED 2014




CRIMSON LEAVES

The palaces are bright on autumn days.
We walk through bowers, as if in a dream,
Beneath diamond trees, by an azure stream,
To wide, yellow fields, under leafy sprays.

There are emerald mountains where waterfalls
Grace the borders of the florid gardens,
As we rove in the umbrage of the spacious glens,
Surrounded by fountains and marble walls.

In the wandering wind a perfume plays
Through the tall, slender grass with crimson leaves,
Scenting your ringlets by the brook which grieves,
As the nascent night brings romantic ways
To the stars which rise in the evening sky,
Pouring bourbon in the dark with a sigh.

John Lars Zwerenz

CRIMSON LEAVES AND OTHER POEMS will be available for purchase online and at a bookstore near you.