In The Fount of Brontë Sisters
in pristine garden,
weathered statues draped with moss
lead me through my heart’s maze
as peace arrives in waves
and sunlight shoves gales towards me,
lone receiver on the porch made believer
in divinity of aesthetic blossom axioms.
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I admire the challenge you pose to readers with all of your work here. The consistent mood. The depth of attraction into your world. Keep writing.
Lovely! Skillfully written, and you had me at Bronte.