YOU.
From poplar leaves weeping their
amber on evening
to the silver of rustling ripe wheat
You remember the key.
From the heat in new buds and the
power in grass
to dawn's entrance in saffron sheets
You remember the secret.
From rain-flakes of gold on watery
lawn to lakes of
snowwhite feathers on swans' necks
You remember the text.
From the salmon asleep in wavering
green weeds
to a queen bee in egg resplendence
You remember the spell.
Your word, Oh Alchemist, draws all
who look, bares
to raw bone the true metal of nature
for You ring the changes.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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An eloquent write Fay.
So beautiful words from such a beautiful soul. ; )
Once more a beautiful write Fay.
From your unique eye to your pen, you give us new revelations of creation's splendor. What a gift!
Alchemy and Nature, said to be one and the same. What great descriptive meanderings you have taken us on. Lovely as usual, especially the fourth stanza. Loved it. - Phil A.
A beautiful, beautiful poem, Fay!
Thank you for posting!
"Key? Secret? Text? Spell?" You keep us enthralled to the end, Fay. It is a brilliant design, indeed, this creation ... as you capture herein!
Wonderful poetry Fay , very emotive and descriptive
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