Poems - poetry by T. Lubbers

Moisty Green (sept. 23 2008)

Moisty green, sweet sounds of silence,
golden inbetween a leaf of clover,
sparkling through a drop of silver,
as clear as never been seen.

It wanders through a valley gray,
soft and damp, by air its pushed,
just floating, not long to stay.

Shy it lays a hazy shade,
weaving pearls on threads just made,
reaching sides and inbetween,
touching light and moisty green.