Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Bliss

caught between
flights of rainbows
and spirit’s sighs

chasing handfuls of life
pulled whole from the blush of dawn,
twirling in a fragrant rose-hued breeze,
drowning in the innocence
of bliss

delicate moss yields, softly,
giving gracefully beneath my touch,
and the cool morning dew
settles on my skin,
gleaming

Donna L. Doyle
Nova Scotia, Canada

1 comment:

Casalan said...

The whole poem is just amazing.