The depth spring made
In our hands raining
To bear old clouds away
Closes over valleys
(Clasping you tonight
Upon shaded trails)
Leading skywards
Where sunlight squirms
Between rocks of ages
Hikers traverse anew
A timeless waiting
Beyond dawn's end
To Seed flowing trees
In palms of earth
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, NV, and has several
poems at various online and print publications.
very atmospheric
ReplyDeleteThank you, Peter, for sharing. A well written intriguing poem.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Inge
Very descriptive poem Peter, a beautiful picture has been painted.
ReplyDeleteKnight Writer
Peter I enjoyed your unique write. Thank you for sharing your talent.
ReplyDeleteSincerely, Charlene
Dear Peter,
ReplyDeleteAnd palms continue to be an extension and outreach--a symbol rich in Christian heritage which has continued on through the ages. It is a reminder of the sacrifice that Jesus bore for us. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us.
Blessings,
Karen