A Nature Poem
by Rowan Blair Colver
A sunny glade 'mong summer haze,
Tree trunks young sheltering doves.
Their shadows use, meadows confuse,
Lined with steps and places to rest.
And windswept clocks fritter in locks,
Of plaits and yearns t'ward the yard arm.
Crinkle leaves grow on reflective trees,
Of daisy dens wide, to love the sky tide.
This poem can be found in "Echoes of a Concrete Cocoon by Rowan Blair Colver"