Elia Michael


A Cool Spring Breeze Blows


A cool spring breeze blows
Along the cut's hollow
Wrinkled water flows
Its path I follow

Along the winding way
The cool spring breeze stirs
Weeping willows sway -
Whispers from the furze

A single red rose
Wearing dewy drops
As transparent clothes
Needs no showy props

Boats moored at the side
Romany hues bright
Boats not very wide
For this cut just right

Black ravens squabble
Disturbers of peace
Creating trouble
Think nearby geese

Quick a lively splash!
Was that an otter?
Over in a flash
Just rings on water

A noble white swan
Glides gracefully
And silently on
Overtaking me

The sun increases
Power and vigour
Glinting gold pieces
Bobbing on water

A warm spring breeze blows
Through the cut's hollow
Pillowy cloud floes
Hint at sweet sorrow

Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 21, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Cut means canal in colloquial language - Pillowy is a word made up - I did not misspell billowy

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