My way to waters green
On which the trees gaze
Far off can the day be seen
On melting mountains laid
Warm shades up and down
Of summer’s green
By autumn browned
At a fairy’s touch a breath resounds
To where my little way walks down.
My way to waters green
On which the trees gaze
Far off can the day be seen
On melting mountains laid
Warm shades up and down
Of summer’s green
By autumn browned
At a fairy’s touch a breath resounds
To where my little way walks down.
What a gorgeous, sweet little poem you've made here!
I love these last four lines:
'Of summer’s green
By autumn browned
At a fairy’s touch a breath resounds
To where my little way walks down.'
Very magical, and whimsical.
I might suggest not using 'green' twice, though. Yet, since it was separated by several lines, it could very well be fine the way it is. Plus, I like green.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. ~Oscar Wilde.
Poetry is magic for me... I like staying in its spell...Originally Posted by BookBeauty
What a gorgeous, sweet little poem you've made here!
I love these last four lines:
'Of summer’s green
By autumn browned
At a fairy’s touch a breath resounds
To where my little way walks down.'
Very magical, and whimsical.
I might suggest not using 'green' twice, though. Yet, since it was separated by several lines, it could very well be fine the way it is. Plus, I like green.
I had a lot of green before me and in my mind when I thought about this one... it sort of came in without me being really aware...
Thank you... it is a lovely thing to be appreciated thus...
My ways to waters green makes me miss the dew on grass
My ways to waters green makes me miss the dew on grassyou are quite a poet urself.. Devilio... don't you think?
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