Beneath the oak|
Winded leaves watch a butterfly.
The silence, quite beautiful,
Draws the colors of its
Host intimate treading lightly,
Afraid of logic that is born
In the breathing
Of round worlds.
Of your dark hair falls out of place.
It escapes my reach.
In brandy pools I see my self-
In atoms of an ancient dust;
Aware of the sun going down,
Its copper eye wooing
Escaping round worlds.
Sandy Lulay, originally from Woodstock, New York, is a resident of Stuart, Florida. Lulay is an "Original Woodstock Girl" who has been writing poetry since age ten. Many of her poems have been published both in Woodstock and Stuart's Sleeping Bear Review. She is currently working on a collection of poems that express the true soul of Woodstock, America's first art colony.
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Sandy Lulay's Poems and Commentaries on Swans
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TIDES (April 2001)
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SOMEWHERE (March 2001)
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