Now stifled in hollows, speaking whispers to pines
Streams overflow shallows into wakening fields
Hues sprinkled to spawning from earthen canvass
In distance and near, voices sing for the rise
Sprouting shade of a tree gives beckon to clouds
Warm days that follow cold of winter nights
© C.E.Vance
Brimming with earthen
Brimming with earthen delights.. love this beautiful poem. ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
As always, thank you ever so
As always, thank you ever so much.
More Than A Moment
I floated through this poem - recently saw the shadow of clouds on the lake and was awed as I was by this tribute to time and nature and memorable moments ~Allets~
Thank you.
Thank you.