Barry Middleton


Ode For A Dryad - Poem by Barry Middleton

like a tree swaying in the wind
like grace
and the drift of air and leaves
she amazes

her hand is a thin soft branch
reaching
where a bird sings and weaves
dreams

her eyes reflect silent waters
and moonlight
as midnight kisses the forest
with sleep

her touch is the narcotic mist
of devotion
the precious gold of a sunrise
in Arcadia

Topic(s) of this poem: classicism


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2015



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