Reflecting on clouds that slowly creep,
Across the vast skies like woolly sheep,
The blues of heaven, the red sunset,
All sights that nobody can forget,
Sunshine and rain, crisp white frost and snow,
The softest breeze, and strong winds that blow,
Though I will gently doze, yet I may sleep,
For within your spirit my love you keep.
Reflecting on mighty oceans deep,
Stark mountains so craggy, tall and steep,
Valleys all filled with rich luscious green,
There’s such immense beauty to be seen,
But you are not here to see it too,
I can’t share these wondrous things with you,
You said not to cry though, nor will I weep,
For within my spirit your love I keep.
© Ernestine Northover
Truly beautiful Ernestine, you have created a marvellous picture poem here. Love, Andrew xx
Very beautiful Ernestine. a place we all visit expressed perfectly. Kind regards Ann
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I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful bloom of visual loveliness Ernestine my friend...you have painted the perfect scenery for your touching lines.....wonderful work