BY THE LAGOON
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 11:08 pm
BY THE LAGOON
Sue Pearce©
Beneath the shade of willow trees,
your gentle waters, glisten, tease
and beckon wild geese, join me please
come rest your weary wings.
Quiet solitude and peace you bring,
'neath trees now lush with growth of spring,
caressing in the shade they bring
a yen to linger there.
The dewdrops of the early morn,
like silver beads, they cling, adorn
the veinlike growth of ferns, newborn
to natures wondrous ways.
Soft ripples form and spread they grow,
what wonders do they hide below,
through dappled shadows I'll not know,
your secrets safe from me.
Then from nowhere a soft breeze sings
a mellow sigh and with it brings,
sheer gossamer, elusive wings
of dragonflys at play.
Where native swans, soft feathers preen
and swamp frogs chorus, intervene
on Mother Nature, so serene,
resplendant in each way.
When twilight heralds end of day,
the full moon's shadows softly play,
as opalescent beams display,
a tranquil, peaceful scene.
Sue Pearce©
Beneath the shade of willow trees,
your gentle waters, glisten, tease
and beckon wild geese, join me please
come rest your weary wings.
Quiet solitude and peace you bring,
'neath trees now lush with growth of spring,
caressing in the shade they bring
a yen to linger there.
The dewdrops of the early morn,
like silver beads, they cling, adorn
the veinlike growth of ferns, newborn
to natures wondrous ways.
Soft ripples form and spread they grow,
what wonders do they hide below,
through dappled shadows I'll not know,
your secrets safe from me.
Then from nowhere a soft breeze sings
a mellow sigh and with it brings,
sheer gossamer, elusive wings
of dragonflys at play.
Where native swans, soft feathers preen
and swamp frogs chorus, intervene
on Mother Nature, so serene,
resplendant in each way.
When twilight heralds end of day,
the full moon's shadows softly play,
as opalescent beams display,
a tranquil, peaceful scene.
It was so good it needed that last lick to make it just right )
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