Treasure Island

Fay Slimm

(Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

Trumpets of Gold.

Drifts of gleaming bright accost the eye.
Breeze stirs, and each dreamily sighs.

Glowing with gold now, hedgerow and field
Carpeted thus, to Sun-god yield,

Who lights up their stage daily, and saves
His warmth for some yellow Spring play.

Gently he sets them a merry dance.
Daffodil days can't help but entrance.

Trumpeting treasures of golden hue
May your spread seed ever accrue.

Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2009

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  • Original Unknown Girl (3/12/2009 6:13:00 AM)

    Beautiful spring landscape you painted for us here. None of ours have flowered yet but I know you get the benefit of the warmer climes down there. How lovely... thank you for sharing. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Lynda Robson (3/12/2009 5:56:00 AM)

    Gorgeous, bright golden write to lighten our day, your work is a tonic Fay,10
    Lynda xx (Report) Reply

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