Open Poetry #48 |
Greygreen Rain Dreams |
OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
GREYGREEN RAIN DREAMS 15 September 2012 grey clouds embracing leaves shining a zillion greens soaked earth’s sweet perfume Owl |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This smells so fresh and clean! |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
VERY fine ! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thanks, Blues. You sure "got" it! Thanks, Bruce. Glad you thought so. Owl |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"a zillion greens..." Yes! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thanks, Karilea. Yes, there really are! Owl |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This reminds me of picking raspberries hidden in the Alder patches when it rained. I loved the smell and I loved the sound of the rain on the leaves. xoxoxo Ali |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Hi Diana, this is spring in South africa now , i guess, here it is automn and it is raining sadly, your poem brings hapinness and beauty, such a pleasure, yann |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, Alison, I am SO glad it brought you such a beautiful memory. I can picture you with the 5 darling dogalogs in tow, as you pick the raspberries. Thanks for living my poem as you did and for painting poetic pictures, even in your prose replies. Yann, yes it is Spring here with promises of a warm and glorious Summer. Your Autumn there, though the skies are crying mourning tears at the passing of the Summer and preparing a path for the dying of the seasons in Winter, Winter, there, is the time for Life to rest and sleep and rejuvenate itself so that it is ready to herald renewal in the birth of Spring. Thanks for enjoying my poem. Owl |
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