Rowan by any other name:
may be a mountain ash but
late afternoon sun brings out
his fire transfigured like Issus
with Moise and Elijah riding hi
as King Helios' chariot swung lo;
his clusters become scarlet portals
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I find this your most beautiful poem yet, nekkid! ;-))
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