David Taylor - *reflections

how beautiful the sun's reflections make
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
perfectly formed and round
on the still pond it's found
how muted soft in morning mists
by which the fertile fields are kissed
magnificent the coloured clouds
as its light they partly shroud
how would you see that form
without all this that is its gift of dawn


without all this that is its gift of dawn
how would you see that form
as its light they partly shroud
magnificent the coloured clouds
by which the fertile fields are kissed
how muted soft in morning mists
on the still pond it's found
perfectly formed and round
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
how beautiful the sun's reflections make

David Taylor

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