Michael Copeland’s most recent poem to appear here was “Textures” (September 2016) 

Walnut Brown
By Michael Copeland

Upon Avon where boughs bend
to the will of her playful mind
there are myriad stories to be told
of her loveliness and warmth.
My Lady of flaxen hair and eyes
of deepest walnut brown subserves
to no man. Rising high in life’s expectations and gratitude.
Her life’s blood flowing as freely
as vintage wine steeped in cask
oak tapped for decadent pleasure
filling the chalice of her being.
Rippled waters of Avon calling
softly to her heart of hearts
echoes of ageless mantras
underscoring her sense of wonder.