SILVER STREAM

This poem was written for a dear friend of mine when he was in chemotherapy for leukaemia.

Swiftly flows the silver stream

swirling over stones confined

within the muddy banks.

Grass, green and glistening

with dew, bends gently

sending droplets

into the throbbing ribbon-dance.

There stands a giant oak,

branches securely

stretched out to the sky.

Mist entwines like faery veil

where velvet moss clings

within the crotch of each limb.

Mother Earth surrounds the root,

the silky mud alive with tufts

of grass, green and wet,

vibrant with energy.

01/2001 for KB

Reviews

[V. K. Harris]

A wonderous dream, I believe your friend enjoyed this very much.

[Dan Woolley]

How descriptive this is, is fantastic. The stream came to life in my imagination because of the way this was written. Beautiful poem

[larryb]

I liked this a lot, put together so well....:)

[Emily B]

oh so lovely. I love the alliteration. You transported me away from cold weather and dirty house. Thanks for that.

[Silvia - Scribo, Ergo S..]

I can almost hear that silver stream whispering by ... xxx

[Phil Sanders]

Gorgeous writing ... nature personified....