Tender is the light,
upon hills, hamlet & soft lands,
Lovingly caressed by
fingers of God´s gentle hands,
Pastels abound, lilac,
cream, dusk rose & cool mint,
Sunflower yellow, peach
& soft greys of silvered flint.
Tender touched, soft
light upon the babe´s new head,
Dappled through the
oaks, as boughs entwine & wed,
The green fields minted,
where the old sheep graze,
Lilacs, lupines &
lilies, birthing in the new sunrise haze.
The primrose sunbeams,
kissing pale lavender shadows,
Apricot dusk, masquerading
as the old musk tea-rose,
Twilighted breezes
wafting to waiting magnolia moons,
Sky-lighted swallows,
drifting towards young cyan Junes.
Tender is the light,
upon the ancient village tombstone,
Sweet & soft upon
the lake, who sits still, cool & so alone,
Tender is the light,
touching the old man´s wrinkled cheek,
As the last of the
light is carried away on the spring tern´s beak.
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