Afterglow
A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose
Staining with fire the cherry-snow
Lighting our hearts with sudden flame
As if the love of long ago
Back from its ashes came
Rose-flushed and radiant everything
And joy and hope are born anew;
Even the darting swallow's wing
Has caught its glowing hue
Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain…
Be wise dear heart and let me go;
Not love that lit our hearts again -
Only it's afterglow!
Warblings
- Von
- Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
- Widowed 2009. Have the love of my family and close friends to buoy me when needed. Planning to re-join the work force this year. Hopefully my sister will be visiting from UK with her husband for a holiday - I love my family! Would love to re-visit Scotland some time soon.
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I was so fortunate when I first 'discovered' this incredible poet some years ago. Through poetry I was contacted by Alice's Great Granddaughter who introduced me to her Mother, Dimity. the link attached takes you to an introduction and a glimpse into the life of her grandparents, in particular her Grandmother who travelled from Ireland at 2 years of age to Queensland, Australia.
Please read this poem, Alice was 11 years old when she wrote this beautiful poem.
She wa 11! Oh my! Such beauty. She puts me to shame with my scribbles.
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