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