Your Song.

 

 

Your Song.

 

From poplar leaves aptly weeping 
amber on evening
to the silver of rustling ripe wheat
You remember the key.

 

From life in new buds and wind's
fuelled influence
to dawn's entry in cleansed mien
You remember the secret.

 

From dew's cleansing sheen on wet
lawns to whitest
of feathers on swans' regal necks
You remember the text.

 

From salmon's last determined leap
as matured breeder
to a queen bee in egg resplendence
You remember the spell.

 

From seasons' composed abundance
of seed-reproduction 
to organized planet maintenance        
You ring the changes. 

 

Your song, Oh Alchemist, draws all
together to form
its own echo in the chorus of nature
and You merit praise.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A fellow lover of the natural environment, I can tell how much you appreciate Mother nature here with your choice of language and fabulous imagery. A song of celebration without doubt Fay.

Chris

[Fay Slimm]

Thank you indeed for these valued thoughts Chris - yes - tis our privilege as poets to see nature as true inspiration - -so pleased you enjoyed the read...................... Fay

[Neville]

Tis a beaut ya penned and posted hear my fine friend and poet... tis luverly... N

[Fay Slimm]

T'was rather a special poem dear N and glad you found something of value in it - - thanking you muchly...........

[Neville]

My very sincere pleasure Fay...N

[Tandra]

A good one. Please do write more. Please also read my writing.

[Fay Slimm]

Thanks for the comment Tandra - will go to your page and read some of your work soon.