About Kristin

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Edilbaev, a child born to the lea, the windrow and the mead, the pruning vail of

winter barley and pleaching wheat, wise before the millet, the rutabagar and the 

swedes. 

She came full among the Aylesbury and the bredding fowl of Khaki canbell, 

Ixworth and White Holland, elumminate before the sun, fore the forcing bed

of olericulture.

Soft, fragrant Morning glories ner the Tea bower, along the isles of her 

herbaceous brouche, a municpal piscicultural of bird's bathing in the mild in

the mild hours of the sundial.

Alas she gave provender to the silage of Timothy, malt culms and seed cake,

she would die by the summer house and herbaceous border, in praedial rosebeds

in prunings of perfect everlast.

Togaed the blink, our quantity of rosewater, asperge, radius, billow, comber,

waterish scouts of gaze, troubles of Adam's ale, sentinels of cerberus, whisperers

in carrefour, this inner passage, the weeping isle never less my praise.

Cry greet the somber cloud, sparger madam my heart habits by mien, fin the

the lashes of our somner clouds, need in the blotters of dissuasion, weaving each

those cleats of grace, rosehead my cautions, love furtive ennuye.

The aisle of numbers, the numeral of the hour, where the pearling tear turns 

gray, first brief of aspergillum where such cautions become worthless, bitter oracles,

the lost heights of Zephirine Drouhin, small differences shape tear or thorn.

Drap D'e'te' her cloth of summer, hopeful wedge of cuneus, bearing racemas of white flowers,

before erose, before the night of Nyx. Alle, alle my dreams of dovekey beneathe the odd quit of

moon, heiress of Sacred Lotus, to my hope of downstairs bones, or draffish of cypress knee.

Where or if I might tillage her staircase of vine, Culver's Physic,Veronicastrum virginicum,

the lithe aperient her stems of long grass, but by spirit this Black Guillemot conctor delay, for

she's rides Saeta her bristle horse, and I the doubts of Julianus, my akin of Blavk Raven.

Marred hollows as timber by cupshakes, every avarice cupiditus or eros, long longing bed

of gala's cup, sleeve tears of glass culket or Gaillard cut, there is so much of Oak, select or

gathered, such thoughts to genius or cull of bonnet, if under moon such lnightshade be incumbent.

On the bright of Atticism and in the plain words of the sea, I gave to her an 

ornament, a crested sand dollar with it's core of swanish birds, offering but jubilent

of cynosure for chantress a gracile star.

I had looked through the glass cases in a garlands of boutiques, nil without sample

which met her cheeks, or the courtliness of suavity, her bedizen of centerpiece, but 

honor sweet the crewelist waters of guilded trace.

I might have brought crown to the marcel waves of her curls, or mentor some

ornament of broderie anglaise, but I would offend gilt to pattern her etching less

of helm, for she is the ormolu in coterie of lave.

She left the honors of full sleeve, the men of leather boats, for the pyxis

of henbane, fruiteress hence the flouncing leaves, for the ripening capsules

of poppies.

Frugivorous, fruit eating, a fiqurine of cornacopia, raising hail that 

fameuse of winter apples, fruiter her heath of strong transports, garnishes

of fig marigolds.

She held leave the grammer of the Firbolg, for the schizocarpous fruit

of red maples, silent flowers of frail oxalis, she pierce through hard bark

for sweet syrup.

I took breath with her in the firesmoke of Finnanhaddie, in findhorn of

Scotland, for the apples of ardent combustion, soft, pelling conflugrations,

sweet kindlings scarlet.

We would walk, as converts under shelter, in lansdown, in Albatross cloth, Bris Bise,

knees below a misting curtain. Never a daybreak chaste of singing birds, her long fingers

ribbon shaped measure through the burreeds.

Just reckoned beyond the shoals, a nun buoy, which warmed the seamen of Marseille-Fos,

as quiet letters Billet D'A Mour. There beyond the buhrstones, the of Blue curls and the 

Whortle berry met, trill became a sigh.

At noon we lay beside the Bugler weeds, pressing flowers of buttercups, gave corinthian

capital wherein the steps of Chevrotain, candied apples we left for the doe's, we meandered

like the detaching seeds from achene.

A fiqure of broken stone took the form of a butter table, pressing flowers through the bind,

lacing fingers of buttercups, a rest below the Burdock trees and the summoned vines of 

boysenberries, as the land whispered, still I am at peace!

For plantet is was summer, it knew no frater of autumn, keeping amity

with fellowship, it's leaves of frontispiece followed it's inclinations of sun,

it filled the met of amadou.

But as love is kindled, Congreve the flint of brand must leave, and the

bordered leaves of lush thermae found fosse the flutes of fallow, still it's

chaplet held no festoon of cold habliment.

As it would the scion had laid it's dress courtly in the etch of false seams,

in the sly of florests, in the retinue and plicature in the beads of bulla, it's

heartfelt innocent died abound deceptive thieves.

Last the crocker wind round or cease.

I come to truce with the Mourning dove, the antebellum of the

Olive trees, uncertain of calumet or the lambing of heaven, I am

confident of laurels from the beau monde of leaf, and the proletarians

of peaceable wings.

I fail wergild in the sue for peace, and I will come braid in the 

palm of soil, hoping in pride for reverence, the simple roots of the 

Parosol trees, having give no grant to the warcraft of family,

or warcries of internecine.

Between the field of blood and the harquebusier, I rest cotton my 

wounds of arbalester in the gentlest media of feathers, in traceries of

pinion, in the quite calm of proconsular, on risen wings of emissary,

and the catchhumen of gentlest spring.

He in the cloths of cranch, we the numbered forest of le pas,

in mendicities of sporule, our statues of receipts or riser of dolman,

we are the furfuraceous bran of golden means, the antedotes of posticores.

The green line of bantlings, sonship or primogeniture, see these

mountains of powder and the postpandial of brick, never hearing the

reeds or the starvelings of geese, protasis shepards of crude frontispiece.

Sight caper, sight dance, the Western falanouc,Vanqita, Amur 

leopards or Javen hawk, among the count of 7000 endangered, we

worse the draught, furturity of White Birches, gambols but warning.

Lambquaters and mustards teething, thorns therein

or thistles, Bindwood fields or Jimson weeds, I 'm

certain Carrisa, Henbit, Purslane or Spurge.

Carry the thorn of fleshly tint, stammel of interation,

reclining roses of coquelicot all for relics mouldering,

fibral grains or blades of Dallisgrass.

Pleasing minuend if the tares white be Birches of

brummagem or borrowed plumes among the moss, plait

be the Christcross, if by skirl for garlands.

Not as writhen or volute of stress, or swallow letters of Elis,

but in vitta, the headband of poets, vocatif garlands of forged

copper peonies, the yessing's of aria in sonance of merrythought.

Disposessed are the winter winds of yellock, sweet tremolos of

Swainson's thrush and black solitaires broadsill the sough of breath,

wreathes of singing Nemophilia, viands from Ropean English yews.

Shoulders free of carry coat, summering comestibles of Pentateuch,

the gentle sight of Violets seen with more muscular eyes, the medallions

of shadows in banquets of collation, carry call songs blueish Heinrichia.

Tan for the poniard, russet for the dirk, benight for the reeds

felled by practice, last Secale, last barley, last Cenchrus ciliarus,

balance repleat the fall.

Bare fields, lost winds under rose soft recitals, joys cede to 

settlement the strath of ghyll and the short stope of winter gray,

reeds of Schizachyrium.

Bury ensconce the golden dowers of summer, better perdu come 

vale by June, greens of ambuscade, Lovegrasses by emerald preforce,

sweet fragrance combe, attritions advance.

Come forward unmasked, if tears enunciate,

if sonnet or phythougal weep, 

by fusillade or salvo, chanter

by warning, wish or sufferage, the attic salt,

melodious self concious or Boeotian,

lament! 

Carlish, ladylike or carwitchet, distinctions

which the eyes may speak, 

asseverate, vouch, or rubald emit, 

the Chary clouds of cadence, calibre the ballast,

mayspeak wounds of Vandel or Goth,

for omit needs bathing.

Letter or be, plain spoken rain, from rame

or branch, emphatic winds,

or weary articulations of plumo, 

ell through the pinions, Crissal Thrasher, clear 

chaplets the meeker shroud of sight,

nictate, blink or squint. 

I lite the incense of sea water, present in the wood,

and brisk in the stones, the advocation of cinders through 

the perorations of blue and the light complexion of time. 

I but wrote in noctograph, the pell of Moon’s type, by

sufficiency and in rifts of suffice, in the blindfold of poets, of the

shoreline by the glandular secrecy the grot of night.

The foveate of shells settling in latent ambuscades of sand, 

cupular secrets of commute of paradise, I covet took from stope, 

handful patterns of sentiment, last cedes of epigrams.

And yet by waning marcescence, the final vignette of a

butterfly, etching by wane the padrones of foot, a repeating

medley to the seriatim of flowers, custom it’s abbey true.

Flee from the widows, pace from the child, means

of the bent grass or waste of the grain, the fells of autumn

temper sallow, the hilt of tanning, mead or meadow,

the furtive must tender the strain.

The fellowships parlance such gifts for the tray, 

will-o-the-whist merely motion the clay, book ends are

not theirs to follow, the severance of Calla lillies shall 

soffit the grail of fates. 

Let the meters be sung by the campus choirs, concord’s

pollard of stone, yield the limerick seed sorrel or heather 

ponder, the might of grief will reorder the rain, chartreuse 

the golden grains which bolden sorrows.