Now hold within and don’t release
uplifting sights of priceless gold,
full glory to the rising day.
Behold the harvest gathered in
that Turner with his brush conveyed
displays of richest opulence.
My mind is brimful, filled with brights
of lucent, lustrous, blazing sky,
a palette of my own delights.
And dappled, dancing glints at sea
all misery be done, be gone
you can’t compete with morning sun.
You can’t compete with nature’s gifts
a therapy for those whose eyes
are dimmed by doldrums of the dark.
A spark for some is all it takes,
a blinding flash for them to see
a lighted match can offer hope.
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Thank you Tony. I appreciate your visit. Have a good day.
You're not
A lovely write, Cassie.
Many thanks Tom for stopping by. Pleased you like this older poem of mine.
All the best.
a therapy for those whose eyes
are dimmed by doldrums of the dark.
Cannot agree more!!
Our family have always believed that sunlight can lift spirits. Find a corner and sit there soaking up the vitamin D. Thank you for your words Alan. Much appreciated.
Tremendous imagery. You bring the reader right into the scene.
Many thanks Thomas. I appreciate you. Pleased you enjoyed the read.
You are so talented Cassie ! Your poem is so beautiful as well as the words you use !
You are far too kind Neilton. Pleased you enjoyed my poem, an older one. Thanks for stopping by.
You are welcome !!!
What an uplifting
and insightful write!! ✍️
Outstanding imagery,
a pleasure to
read indeed
a real delight!! 😊
Best wishes 🌹
Thad
Thank you so much Thad for a lovely review. Have a great day.
I couldn't think of anything better to cover this beautiful poem than with gold. 🌹
Thank you Teddy. Have a beautiful Friday. 🌹
So true Nature's artwork and it's symphonies are mind blowing to me.
Andy
Many thanks Andy for your thoughts. Much appreciated.
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