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Left at the Welcoming Forest Arms
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Left at the Welcoming Forest Arms |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Left at the Welcoming Forest Arms A good and busy day leaves its pearls upon my face Tanning my skin in the fragrance of harmony oils Looking up at dusk, the clouds placed in sweeping strokes Blue gray upon the pallet set above me Home feels mellow around my soul, tee shirt tease to blow the breeze Routine shoes off, thumb of mail drop and tails wagging in missed you beat The walls are warmer as they announce the purity of once again sounds And so we go, leash and lather make our way in chuckle bones of pull and tag Into another world of secret smiles and hues of green at rest Chasing mowed pathways through the tall grass, wild violet and clover pass Open through the rock walls, farther and farther the day gently falls To the tree line, sensing the language of another place, time and space subsides Tall and full the new of spring resides To breathe and wander without destination, moving in the speed of mused migration Another warm, another quiet feather fall of self taught prayer Capturing the turn of evening in the spell of unaware Carried here in mellow around my soul Along and by, this sunset sigh resounds Left at the welcoming arms of forest, peace abounds Refreshed, we walk a pace of mingled minds Returning to enchanted moments, every done of day aligns Copyright Kkh 5/7/09 |
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Raindance Member
since 2009-02-07
Posts 120West Coast |
This is masterfully written, pulling me right into the scenes and sensations. I love the ending: Refreshed, we walk a pace of mingled minds Returning to enchanted moments, every done of day aligns |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
When I read your title, I thought we were off for a couple of beers in some quaint village inn; I'm so glad that we weren't. Coming home after a good and busy day, to the comforting touch of home, and walking the dogs into the dusk. That'll do for me, especially where you took me. Deliciously descriptive, and written with a most talented pen. |
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