June 8, 2018 by phicks2012
Beneath a Green Dome
Along paths that wander beneath a green dome,
Beside a pale rivulet dancing with light,
Where breezes sing lullabyes, fondly I roam,
And smile as the sparrow and starling take flight.
Where sunlight is muted, and only slips down
Through leaves gently whispering over my head,
To peep twixt the pearls in the high forest crown
And touch the slow rill where it rolls in its bed.
I follow the course of the coruscate stream,
And shadows of birdsong fall soft through the air,
While ‘neath the tall sentinels’ shelter I dream
Of lovers and memories gathering there.
Then, in the quiet evening, contented I turn
To pocket my musings and ramble towards home,
Toward welcoming halls where the homefires burn
Along paths that wander beneath a green dome.
[19 April, A.S. LII, 2018]