Wednesday, 20 November 2019

silver dew - poem



Silver Dew


A giant stag, a sandy road
I follow them - an open gate
Gold flowers in a golden bowl
There's only one more step to take

A golden bar moves into sight
unstoppable in this terrain
Six-petalled flowers multiply
A golden pattern on a plane

A crystal window up above
Which opens onto pristine sky
I see one tree, a fertile palm
Its fronds like open arms on high

No clouds above it, just the sky
An emerald, shading into blue
From source unseen, a healing rain
This softly falling silver dew


Copyright Peter Fairbrother 
 
Tags:  poems, symbolic, feeling

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