The Masterpiece 

Light trickles across the mountain,
creeping between the rocks and trees,
spreads like water from a fountain,
painting with sunlight on the breeze.

Flowers still damp with morning dew,
lazily stretch to meet the sun,
adding colour in subtle hues
— this masterpiece is just begun. 

Soon the paint drips on the stream,
leaving shimmering silver bands 
that lace their way through vibrant green
all painted by an unseen hand.


                   august 2003

Selected for publication in the October 2003 issue of

Poetic Hours Magazine



Awarded by Flowing Quills ~ week of Aug 22-29 2003

 

Included in:



 Poetry Pages: A Collection of Voices From Around The World 
 Volume II