23 januari 2011

~Sunday Poem

When the nights are done
And we see the sun
A new day dawns
With hope for some
.

When the fairies of spring
With warm breath breathe
The snow from the winters
Will leave their freeze

.

When the bellies of clouds
Can hold no more
They spread their rains
To wash earths shores
.

George Elgar Hicks
.

When the grub that lived
Leaves its cocoon
On the flight of wings
Will play till noon

.

When the days are done
And we lay us down
The stars will twinkle
In the moons playground

.

When the ends that come
Make it hard to see
There is something new
To set us free.
.

Poem by Robyn Blauw
Art by George Elgar Hicks
1824 - 1914

1 opmerking:

Hermes zei

Another lovely poem - hurry the spring.