He reached out to touch the faded bloom <br />as it fought to steal itself from the winter's gloom. <br />The weak sun burst through gaps in indigo clouds <br />threatening to clap with shaking sounds. <br />The light caught the ring on his finger and <br />it glistened for a short moment of unguarded time <br />bringing back memories of happiness sublime. <br />Collecting together his trowel and spade <br />and the uprooted weeds that limply laid <br />he walked to the shed which he had simply made. <br />Water softly rushed from a hose and with a brush <br />he cleaned the soil from the wood and metal there <br />with loving care and not a hint of wanting to be elsewhere. <br />Under his loving gaze the wood grain shone <br />and the metal prongs smiled with the same knowing <br />that in his heart was still and glowing. <br />The faded blossoms called out shining loud <br />and said I never left, just hidden in the clouds. <br />All that glitters may not be gold <br />but in all that shines I am always there divine <br />even at the end of time.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-that-glitters-is-not-gold-2/
