Walking by My River
The mist shrouded all
But the white ground
On which I walked.
Out of the mist swam a swan,
Floating in silence,
Like a ghostly spirit,
Not a ripple around him.
He saw me and seemed to smile,
Two beings enjoying the silence
And the beauty of nature
That was hidden around us,
But we knew it was there.
I walked on where suddenly
I walked out from the mist
Into a glorious clear day,
Where the sun sparkled
On the water,
And glistened on the frost
That covered all,
Natures artist at her best,
Enthralling me
With the power of the beauty,
That she can produce with her brush.
I looked back into the mist
Realizing that many days are like this,
Where you move from the dark,
Into the light.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2026 00:55
- Comment from author about the poem: The light is there for us all.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Yep, you've just got to go look for it .. unless you know where to find it .. either way, like Dylan said .. Always carry a spare light bulb .. .. but me, well I always keep a charged torch handy Andy .. just in case .. Neville
Yes Neville, we must always have the light with us.
Andy
Beautiful dear Andy, such beautiful reflection and by the way imagery. 🌹
Most kind Teddy, thank you.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Nicely symbolized Andy and well written a metaphor in life. Nicely done
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
Always welcome my friend
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