Sharron Tyrrell
Silver and Gold
The evening sky
full of many hues,
there's pink and gold
and shades of blue.
Your golden eye
sinks out of sight,
behind that mountain
you take your light.
Such stillness here
as you fade away,
you've gone to light
someone else's day.
You leave me here
on the mountain top
with a coal black sky
where the moon will stop.
With twinkling stars
all silver and bright,
It's breath taking
this shining night.
Nightime silver
Daytime gold
something I treasure
as I grow old.
An Autumn Walk
Take my hand
walk with me
I want to share
what I will see.
Out by the fence
and through the gate
the worn down path
Queitly waits.
The tall pines tower
over you and me
this time of year
only green I see.
The needles blow
they hold on tight
when covered with frost
an icy delight.
The dead leaves crunch
as we walk along
it's a pleasant sound
this autumn song.
Way overhead
up in the blue
a V of geese
are passing through.
Out on the lake
this early morn
the rising mist
the reeds adorn.
The empty limbs
of the towering oak
resemble skeletons
of long dead folk.
Come lean with me
against this tree
on a windy hilltop
your heat warms me.
Sharron Tyrrell
Dreams
On my way
to the little red house
the one upon the hill,
I met him there
the keeper of dreams
and I remember him still.
He said " Look around you
the mountains and lakes,
the fields full of wild flowers.
A setting like this nurtures dreams.
So I sit here for hours.
On a warm summer night
from the black velvet sky
I can reach out
and catch a dream
and when I listen close
I can hear them there
in that rushing mountain stream.
The wild flowers
all nod their heads
when the breeze passes
through their petals.
Oh magical dreams
I know you well
I see you frolicking
in the meadows.
Please pass me one
a dream of joy
where I'll be followed by happiness.
In the dawn of day
when the sun comes up
I will surely feel I'm blessed.
Sharron Tyrrell