So softly gliding
Near silent, and searching
Feathers a'shimmer
Like silk in soft sunlight
Eyes dark like coals
From a deep mine, not burning
But gentle and cool
Like the sweetness that flows
From the reviving pools
Of a high mountain rivulet
Sparkling with light
Of love in the morning
Ghosting like mist
On the buttercupped meadow
With the grace of a kiss
in the quiet of the night
#CoSopoetry
@matty7w Oh boy. I’ve been trying for a while this morning to find the words to describe how this poem makes me feel. I just can’t get to it. But it’s a wonderful feeling and thank you for drawing it out and putting it into words. 💜