Under the Arches of Heaven
Gentle kisses of morning
Lovingly blown from the fleeting night
Alighting softly, unexpectedly
On the blushing cheek of the rose
Tracing the soft white throat
Of the quivering lily
The heavy dew, transformed
To a thousand precious jewels
Dripping from the verdant gowns
Of the ladies of the glade
The rising day is cool as silk
Trails a frozen hand across
The shivering back of the night
Reaches out, caresses
A chalice of seduction
The damp earth is fragrant
Imbued with the seeds of life
With the luscious scent of blossoms
An apple green, emerald bright, garden
A rich explosion of colour
A tempting, rainbow masquerade
A tapestry of snow bird dreams
Bathed in the warm blanket of sunrise
The sun has spilt a sea of rose gold
That trickles in mercurial abandon
Leaving in its gentle, rolling path
The dust of the heavens
This is the nursery of antiquity
The crucible of creation
Under the arches of heaven
And the new day trembles
Prostrate and humbled
In the throne room of the dawn
© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.wordpress.com, 2014.
Lovely write.
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Thanks Gretal 🙂
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Your words take me right there as a lover of natural …. and this photograph amazing…warm regards Karen
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Thanks Karen – the photo is from a fee wallpaper site – it’s just amazing the beautiful things you can find on them – much inspiration for words!
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