Open Poetry #31 |
Cold Spring Day. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
The quiet beneath louring grey skies, only bird call and splashing water come forth. Soft breath of breeze wrinkled water, lit by transient light. Still cold enough for snow, spring tentatively tiptoes into our winter hearts. Ice still lingers on, refusing to give up. Wandering alone, my love of nature that surrounds me, sets forth new love of life. Searching for joyous beauty. My mind is alive, fully alert, negativity will not enter. Quiet confidence is mine, to bestow goodness and light. Speck of skylark, singing like high summer. Your life a rejoicement, Flourishing notes of happiness and joy never known. Fresh green buds burts forth, new life returns. Soon the sweet scent of summer, will be upon us, bringing gladness. ''There is no need for temples, no need for complicated Philosophies. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
a lovely read Phil, very nice |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
and soon we will be sweating... I'd rather have the chill good write here GR |
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