A poem for Wednesday...
Eternal jewels
A song is sung in the summer sun
the bluebells nodding like a wave
of water shimmering, swaying on
echoes of light dive off their heads
the grass so green, the lowing lingers
blowing through the rustling leaves
seeping so slowly the sap propels
the spirits upwards towards the clouds
hovering where the birds climb the air
slinking to dark places only snails dare
they come, the ants, stalking the trail
eeling their way between fallen boughs
we stand, lifted, watching these things
in a spell woven, we scoop up petals
that open wide in our hands like oysters
hiding their pearls from the outside world
we can see, we can smell, treasure them
these eternal jewels that hide beneath
the summer sun she casts it all aglow
everything gels in this sumptuous glade
copyright Vickie Johnstone
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