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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Three Hundred and Sixty Degrees, the Ultimate Ornament


12.03.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags

Three Hundred and Sixty Degrees
The Ultimate Ornament
By Foster Cameron Hunter

Carolina’s blue unfurls.
Serenity’s gate is opened wide.
Ruby dances iridescent.
Passion never sleeps.
Summer sun’s vehement glower
is spent, and through autumn’s 
pied palette, hand in glove
we traipse into the skeletal forest.
Winter throws long shadows
haunted by ashen remains.
Satisfied,
a hibernal sun hangs low
and smiles honeyed rays
that play hide-and-seek
through bare-naked trees.
Love’s oven burns.
We gambol in the flames
untouched by winter’s 
bitter bite, until 
the dogwoods bloom
and flash their glorious white.
Seasons come and go,
but fixed and planted deep,
our union endures–
ever-living, evergreen.


Foster Cameron Hunter’s poem Dog Daze appeared here in November 2011.



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