Secret of the TreesA Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
Life's golden ambrosia sparkles on high,
whose faint breath is sweet and whose hands are fair. She has perfumed gifts that are not for sky; yet, come tumbling down through the crisp air. Morning is lighted earthward with a glance, unnumbered rubies which burn like a fire. The ocean spreads over the world's expanse to cool the burning brow of her desire. I see her rise with a morning shiver, to leave just like a thousand days before, walking alongside the tranquil river, disappearing behind the timber door. Thus, each new-sprung morning, she wings her flight. No one knows what she does during those hours. She seems to welcome the quaint morning light that drapes a curtain among the bowers. Does she go there for some hidden treasure as a turban of mist hides it from sight? Is there some secret or festive pleasure which makes her warm countenance seem more bright? It has been said, I know not if it's true, she has many lovers, with plenty blessed; and as roses mingle with morning dew, it is said she stands naked, quite undressed. Some claim to have seen her, beneath them lay, as though a red flower beneath a tree; and like a wood nymph exchanged for a day, she remains there awash with joy and glee. She returns home when sunset flames are fired, singing some sweet notes of a mournful dirge. With her hair disheveled, looking quite tired, she falls sleeping upon the feathered verge. © 2008 Linda Marie Van TassellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 4, 2008 AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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