With all its tenderness,
Turns us all
Gently blowing the dust of years
From the site of yesterday.
Sometimes finding the splendours
Of Carter’s Tutankhamen,
Sometimes bringing to light
A tiny twist of yellow gold,
Its brightness hidden from invaders.
We read books that tell us
How to discover each other.
One mystery sliding alongside another.
Two historians coming together,
Compiling a definitive account
Of their life and times.
You know what?
A hand reaching out for a hand,
A smile answering a smile
Breaks it all down
To where any Lover could build a castle,
Or a small shed if wanted,
With a water feature on the patio.
The oceans of the world
Lapping the edge of the garden.
© 2019 Gwen Grant
3 thoughts on “STARTING OVER”
When one starts over… one does indeed brush the dust of yesterday aside, and can find a nugget that was overlooked by many…!
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A beautiful piece of poetry❤
Thank you so much. So glad you liked it.