Philosophy and Poetry by Gordon Smith

Friday, 26 September 2014

Echoes of Summer

Echoes of summer

I dreamt for a while
Of a white bird
That Touched the summer blue.
Floating on high
Above field and meadow
Then for a moment
Rested in God’s palm.
Before disappearing upward
In jubilant song  
Through the Gates of Heaven



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