The Golden Cloak Poem by Matt Mooney

The Golden Cloak

Rating: 4.0


Spring left her golden cloak behind her,
It's suspended in the branches of a tree
Plain to see in the woods of Coolnaleen,
Out of sight deep below the rising road
Beside the stream that's calming down
And gently falls to every eddying pool,
Waiting for the transformation to begin.
She must have dropped in here this year
To tell each budding bluebell to appear.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A walk in the woods raised some questions as to what this golden/yellow item up in a tree was and how it got there.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maureen Pickford 13 April 2013

Yes! The sun is out to play at last! Loved this poem.

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Gajanan Mishra 13 April 2013

budding bluebell to appear. good write.

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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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