Splendor's Door
by Antoinette Kopperfield — Read all 219 poems by Antoinette Kopperfield
Thursday, April 14, 2005
The moonlight sleeps in morning rain
as winter feels a season's change
A flower buds above the stem-
while mating birds do nest again
The rose has beauty words can't say-
a garden queen-she does portray
among the clusters of her kind-
majestic blooms now in their prime
The dandelion seeds in wind-
while caterpillars shed their skin-
so butterflies can fly once more
above the field of splendor's door
© 2005 Antoinette Kopperfield
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