Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Golden Bowl



A golden bowl in twilight’s gleam
Reflects the day’s remaining life
A dying breed of sunlit streams
A golden bowl in twilight’s gleam.

With folded hands in evening dream
Forbid the night’s resurgent strife
A golden bowl in twilight’s gleam
Reflects the day’s remaining life

3 comments:

violet said...

The repeating lines are like a lullaby incantation. Beautiful photographs too - especially the mossy tree in your banner!

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

stunning imagery,

Jingle Poetry said...

your words sing music,
magical piece.

I'm Just a Man (Recording Experiment ... I can't sing)

I am in the mood to change my tree to a cubic version.