National Poetry Month Day 11: Wild Sunshine

Here is today’s poem, a rondel from the prompt Wild Sunshine. Enjoy.

Wild Sunshine

Sylvan glade, silent in the sun,
the hush of gentle wind blowing
With warm luminescence glowing
and gilded threads of gossamer spun,

melding willow whispers of none,
as the ghosts of Fae are flowing
Sylvan glade, silent in the sun,
the hush of gentle wind blowing

Dazzling sparkles dance in fun,
an amber light ever growing,
nature’s tapestry forever showing;
secret laughter, never undone
Sylvan glade, silent in the sun