We wind through shadows
shimmering within touching distance of cloud,
and you appear,
golden valley
illuminated like a glimpse of heaven,
glistening beauty in the morning glow.
Shadows driven away,
by hope for this new day.
We wind through shadows
shimmering within touching distance of cloud,
and you appear,
golden valley
illuminated like a glimpse of heaven,
glistening beauty in the morning glow.
Shadows driven away,
by hope for this new day.
Hope always makes for a good ending. Great poem. 🙂
Thanks, Brenda!
Golden glows make the detritus of the shadows burn away.
Or give the illusion that it does!