Friday, March 21, 2014

Poem: "Early Morning Cliff Walk" by Barbara Ryland

Walking  early  morning
that path above the swirling sea,
I almost miss it:

 A parting silver mist
 reveals each shrub draped
 in shawls of lacy white,
 gossamer strands  hung
with drops of dazzling dew ,
each design delicate, different,
crafted by invisible spinners
sending  such ephemeral  beauty
from  hidden realms

into this  fragile web of life ."