Open Poetry #41 |
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Heaven on this Earth |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Disclaimer: I'm just high under the inluence of Rocky Montain air ... Putting on my winter clothes, stepping out in to the cold; with snow now gently falling. Inhaling winter's sweet, pine-scented breath, the frost forming round my mouth, even forming inside my nostrils, as if beseeching, "Please, breathe me!" What more wonderful magic can one ever ask for or let alone receive, than a snowy winter afternoon. The magic that is given me each day of my finite life. Astronomers tell us this is the first day of winter. Yet the remaining days of winter are already numbered. If there is a place called heaven on this Earth, Like the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band Sings, then that place must be here; breathing in the winery mountain air, going on some routine errand my shoes slipping, crunching, over freshly fallen snow. If I could put winter in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do ... ... Living high in the High Country Southern Cross Sorry there are no visuals in this write as I ain't no expert in that area but I still hope it looks okay. |
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since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
What a great Rocky Mountain high fresh air mood! John Denver would smile if he could read this. |
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