The first time I saw the shimmering <br />It seemed to me I was dreaming. <br />A pool of hazy blue appearing <br />In the dip of the downs, <br />As if a season's rain had filled <br />That bowl overnight. <br /> <br />Was it water or an illusion, <br />This marvel unfolding before me, <br />Like a mirage of summer sky? <br /> <br />Drawing closer, I saw a field <br />Of flax. Flowers and leaves <br />Inter-weaving ten thousand times <br />And gleaming in the sun.<br /><br />Susy Evelyne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shimmering-4/
