A handful of coins Date: Wednesday, 10th July 2002 @ 11:25:34 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: humphdj When silken shadows of night misplace The pastel mists of morning’s grace And birdsong sweet unto the ear Turns melodious to fear When the sullen moonshine’s filtered light Woodland timbered fuel ignite And forest creatures run in fright Awakened, nature’s appetite When all these truths have come to pass And scoured the earth like brittle glass Then man will pause; review the worth A hand full of coins A hand full of earth This poem is Copyright © humphdj Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=43