Sunny afternoon musings
Golden verses hang from trees
Like golden fruit
Hanging heavy on the branch
Waiting to be picked.
Search the ground,
How many words can you find
Half-emerging from their conkers
Half-hidden
Waiting for a seeing mind.
Like golden fruit
Hanging heavy on the branch
Waiting to be picked.
Search the ground,
How many words can you find
Half-emerging from their conkers
Half-hidden
Waiting for a seeing mind.
This is a land of imagery
Of ancient word-smiths
Who wove light
Into a shimmering blanket
To cover the land.
Rosalie Miller 2008
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