Swift Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Swift
White rapids rushing for the falls,
Morgan horses loosed from their stalls,
From fragrant sunsets to nightfalls,
Songbirds answering southern calls.
Precious moments of golden hours,
Butterflies midst cherry flowers,
Rainbow's appearance with colors,
Sun and silver moon encounters,
The time it takes for love to grow,
The time it takes for winds to blow,
Shooting star in a night's solo,
At twilight of sunset's sorrow!
As a fan of rapids, sunsets, songbirds and especially glorious Morgan horses, I love the words, but especially the depth and meaning (as I am able to comprehend it) of this incredible and wonderful poem. Sensational.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:37:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
line 11: i'd start with " A" to make reading easier (for me) i'd punctuate differently. :) i don't think the title word " swift" fit everywhere, but it certainly did in lines 1 & 2, in my favorite stanza (the first one) . AND it WAS short (the poem) , so i read it swiftly! bri :)