~ Woodland Edge ~
i am...the hovering
mist
a cloak of veiled
light
the bold bark circling
that tree
hung with leaves
green dress
sea shells waiting for
the ocean to cover
their nakedness
banners of pale
streak sunlight
penetrating the
thick of forest
water beads
sparkling
a top a hidden
slick of ancient
wood
brown wren
a twitter jump
from twig to
branch
lone cow
lumbering home
to barn and corn
wild horse
a pinto blaze
true white
indian red
royal velvet
sweet scented
magnolia bud
jewels
blue rain
gathered in the
round
barrel
star dust
punctuates
darkest night
blond wheat
upon the threshing
floor
wine cranberries
floating in the
wash
earthy soil
damp and dark
hungry for the
seeds
i am...”the nothing
new under the sun”...
the splash of penned
story word or mysteries
spoken
fur person curled
beside the warm
hearth
sweet wild grapes
strung upon a
ragged fence
worrying wind
across lonesome
land
cosmic curiosity
seeking enlightenment
one moment at a time
human
face to face
dig deep
to
fill the
empty space
aware the best
and worst dwells
in me
each day arrives
untouched
until i leave
a mark
sandra m. hagan (c) may 19th, 2011
5 comments:
I absolutely love this poem!! Thank you so much for finding & sharing it!
Thanks so much for sharing your lovely poem. Have a wonderful weekend.
Mary
This must be my favourite so far, beautiful!
It feels like you are surrounded by inspiration lately and that's great, love and x
Oh my - beautiful.
What a treat that I got to read it again here :) Beautiful!!!
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