A slender moon above a maple tree,
Is all of beauty that I ask to see;
One healing glance and I am soul-serene,
breathing the native air of Gods Terrene.
Indeed, the miracle of common day,
the urge that animates the brooding clay,
the wonder of the springs returning leaf,
The autumns proud, inexorable
greif,
The winters faith in summers ample store;
All these confess Him, and unnumbered more.
Declare the hand and heart and deity
Of Him who made the growing moon and tree.
- Author: M.C. Vollmann (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 10th, 2024 16:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Kathryn Munro. Collected Poems 1961
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 15
- User favorite of this poem: Lil.
Comments4
I love this. Its just soooooooooooooooo good!!!
Thanks Lily.😀
No problem!!
Good write M.
A copied poem, or have you adapted it?
Thanks Orchidee, but I didn't write it, it's one of my favourite poems from a poem collection from 1932. By Kathryn Munro.😊
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