Before the sun
has reached
the meadow
on the tip
of a tall blade
of dry grass,
a single
brilliant
sparkle—
see how
it offers
radiance
to anyone
who
will look,
though
that is not
why it
shines.
January 13, 2018 by Rosemerry
Before the sun
has reached
the meadow
on the tip
of a tall blade
of dry grass,
a single
brilliant
sparkle—
see how
it offers
radiance
to anyone
who
will look,
though
that is not
why it
shines.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem, poetry, shine, sun | 8 Comments
Nice
thank you for reading it!
I…love…this. beautiful!
Thank you, Angela!
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, January 14, 2018 at 5:40 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Just Before It Melts”
I like the simplicity and the effortless flow. Your imagery leaves one standing in the midst of a beautiful experience.
Mary! Thank you for this comment, which I have just found. So thoughtful, thank you for reading the poem and sharing your thoughts.
So inspirational 🙂
Thank you, Jacqueline, for reading it!