TILL GARNET LIGHT BATHES ALL

Written by: nette onclaud



My footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge tracing the drone of northern hills My footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge on rails spinning my mind’s windmills. A rush of bushy gray quite lean tracing the drone of northern hills, pricks through a longing like a scream. Bold emerald limbs of ferns now churn a rush of bushy gray quite lean to gaze back thrice…in lone sojourn as hilltops lull of winters passed. Bold verdant limbs of ferns now churn To dream again through soul downcast while young marbles begin to roll as hilltops lull of winters passed. Till garnet light bathes hope’s cheer, whole, my footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge And young marbles begin to roll My footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge. by nette onclaud Hope Contest of Craig Cornish 14 Nov12