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
where a bird sings and weaves

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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