Okay, here’s one of my attempts at poetry. Very few of the poems I write have titles that seem to go along with the poem but here it is anyway. I hope it is enjoyed.

Curio

Dawn turns to glass in the water
Gathering memories like pearls
Floating on the silken wings of twilight
Weaving ribbons of dreams
As they glide in fields of liquid satin
Dancing through the evening ferns
Into the misty murmurs of beyond