A book is like an
orchard’s dream
That leads me through the
apple boughs
In dryad lines, a springly
lilt in dappled light
Full of wisdom-flowers, that bud and blossom
Fresh from its pages ripe with knowledge, for
The heart that hears it lifts to see its fruitful dreams
In light diffused, its
turns and whirls in story curls
Divergent words, that in me work in patterned thought
As sunbeams dance, amidst the
dreaming apple trees
Poem
from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 19
Part 1 # 19
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
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