Song
of the Garden Chimes
Steal away at moon rise,
star light from weary eyes,
you will find your spirit
drifts
upon soft spring breezes.
Songs from the garden chime
play sonnets on a sprites
harp
whispering in shaded scarlet
directly into my wanton
heart.
Oceans of grasses gently sway
by the granite wall Robin's
dance
enchanted orbs rise from
trees
a twilight sky envelops my
soul.
Your love keeps my heart
smiling,
stars flirt above the garden
chimes.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a
disabled veteran and poet. His poems have been published worldwide and can be
found in many (online) journals. Ken loves life!
Dear Ken,
ReplyDeleteI always love the way you catch the atmosphere in your poetry, this poem is again an example of your ecxellent writing.
Best wishes,
Inge