Gaia GiftsA Poem by Chris Shaw(turning a downturn into a positive)
relentless rain does not contain
this river to its normal flow its surge and swell has burst its banks and filled the lakes with overspill yet where the flooded waters creep with belly fattened oversize a feast of beauty where old sol looks on the scene with winter eyes diluted sun spreads through thick mist i fail to see where water ends for sky and river are but one i stand before the flood plain edge surveying all the damage done admiring light with sun glaze haze my skin and soul absorb it all full mast this is the best of days © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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20 Reviews Added on January 24, 2023 Last Updated on January 26, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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