A string of diamonds-
it's not mine,
for I am a thief
plucking the jewels of Time
they rest on webs of cob
and grass
and trickle upon
the winter glass
but I need no gold,
nor silver spun
because I gild that which I touch
with the kiss of the sun.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
A string of diamonds-
it's not mine,
for I am a thief
plucking the jewels of Time
they rest on webs of cob
and grass
and trickle upon
the winter glass
but I need no gold,
nor silver spun
because I gild that which I touch
with the kiss of the sun.
copyright fhw, 2013
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