Still Life

I sit atop the hill;

watch time standing still,

jade leaves drift by

 

Lemon green light,

brilliant dark,

malachite butterflies

 

Flat grass blending with

black raspberry lake,

suspended

 

Pretty turquoise clouds;

I sit on the crest of a current

amidst a loving triangle

 

Of sky, water and land;

heavens, earth

and spirit grand

 

Listening to the subtle

ping, ping percussion

of angels and birds.

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

What a beautifully vivid poem - I can just see the images. Now, did you have a picture to go with all this... or just one in your mind? Either way.... I can see it... and hear it and feel the coolness and the gentle breeze - just lovely.

Kath