Such Wondrous Things Are These Poem by Diana Rosser

Such Wondrous Things Are These



A path lay beneath trees nestling
soft bare foot wanderings
and the to and fro shhhhh
of the shore.

On the path lay the aftermath
conceived by the cloud burst
that serenaded the sweet
night before

And there splashing in sunlight
a Great Kiskadee bathing
spot lit in that ring
on the floor.

Monday, May 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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