A Poem by Richard Williams

A poem conceived while on my backyard swing.


At dusk the lake is like a mirror

as jets fly overhead;
the tops of trees are free and clear,
the geese search out their bed.
A bird chirps to the north of me,
perhaps it is a wren;
I sit and watch the sunlight flee
beyond earth's westward bend.
Niagara sends out its sound
from beyond the limestone wall,
the beauty of the day is found
as night begins to fall.
Beneath the ebbing gray of sky
in air refreshed by rain,
the light grows dim but by and by
clear visions still remain.

© 2010 Richard Williams

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I like this it's quite lovely really. I too loved the imagery.

Posted 12 Years Ago

i love the imagery you used! this is an excellent poem!
it also flows really nicely so its great to read out loud.

Posted 14 Years Ago

Lol. I didn't read your description until after I read the poem, but that's cute. This is an excellent poem. I love the rhyme and the unpretentious, eloquent language. There's also a great deal of beautiful, relaxing imagery here I could appreciate. I have absolutely no complaints or suggestions. It's a solid 100/100. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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3 Reviews
Added on June 13, 2010
Last Updated on June 28, 2010
Tags: lake, mirror, jets, trees, geese, wren, sunlight, earth, Niagara, limestone, sky, visions

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