Delicate nets collect on sailing clouds of violet mist, while red leaves twist and spin in turn............
Delicate nets collect on sailing clouds of violet mist While red leaves twist and spin in turn Gleaming sparks of dawn cannot be dismissed As the scattered night sky Is adjourned
Sweet water gathers in a dream’s own reflection On a whirling spider’s silvery thread Morning has broken needing no authentication See her truth glowing there In an intricate web
Tiny stones are surrounding sharp blades of grass Worshiping the presence, they behold Looking up from the shadows of a looking glass With their own stories Still untold
A leaping bass, splashes proudly in a silent pond Each drop of water expressing its distress Thinking that the sun was waiting to respond To his shimmering silence Used to impress
A single drop of water, a red leaf twisting in the wind A spider weaving her web to be blessed Even the tiny stones worshiping their friends Leap with the bass distressing the pond To impress
This is a glittering chain of precious stones; a beautiful description of a day's birth, that special time between dark and light, the was and will be. So many wonderful phrases, ' .. Tiny stones are surrounding sharp blades of grass ~ Worshiping the presence .. ' such a gentle but clear scene.
beautifully invented prose that resides on golden pond, the imagery is dream, your words flow as the warm mist you so describe, insightfully soft and soulful.
I think I agree with Joel. This strikes me as a wonderful prayer using nature as both the worshipper and the worshipped--Thank you so much--nice to red this near the close of my day!
A worshipful nod to the quiet sacredness of nature and morning, dressed in the Sunday best of your immaculate imagery and delicate phrasing. Thank you, Neva.
I love the imagery and imagination you've taken into this. Your poems are always so calming and captivating to read, and I enjoy them all. An amazing write, I can truly relate to the serenity, but the little twist intended in the end. I really loved the last stanza, and the lines:
"A single drop of water, a red leaf twisting in the wind
A spider weaving her web to be blessed"
Magnificent write! :)
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