Sometimes I write poems…

The English Garden:

She stands there like

An angel from heaven

At the setting of a

Glorious day

In the most beautiful English garden

Like a reflection

That can only come

From Heaven.

Her face is exquisite

Flawlessly Filled with grace,

Beauty and strength

A gentle smile

Allowing a glimpse into

The inner beauty of her soul

and her happiness to be in

such a resplendent moment.

The sun sets lightly on

Her luxurious obsidian mane

Settling like fire on

The beautiful plumes

As if to say

Ah, I’ve finally found a place

Worthy of my warmth and

Beauty.

The glow of the setting sun

Dances effortlessly across

Her porcelain skin

Caressing her magnificent and

Perfect form

Wrapping her in love

Bringing delight

To the eye.

Her long black dress

Settles gently

On her statuesque figure

Draping her in elegance

Only befitting

Such a glorious creature

It is a sight worthy

of an artists

Masterpiece.

I look up from my camera

Overcome by the splendor

Held captive by the moment

Not wanting to take my eyes off

This blessing from

Heaven.

by: Michael Goltz