adamdaniel

Silver Tinted

Silver tinted clouds of winter,
Set behind the barren trees,
With the sun a glancing splinter,
Through the early morning freeze.

Branches like the hands of
Orlac,
Cursed and stricken bare of life,
Surveying the land on
horseback,
On the moors of County Fife.

Cheery is the cuckoo calling,
Notes in effervescent tone,
All the span of life enthralling;
Merry though she sings alone.

Silver tinted is the fashion,
Set upon the earth today,
Love of God in perfect ration,
From the heaven to the clay.