Monday, July 18, 2011

Painting whispers


Summer's hike on Pilgrim Creek turned up a
secret, sunlight grove in the trees
quiet, misty, mossy clad, downed trees
dappled with rays, tiny insects, and
a breath-holding silence.
Easy to imagine and sense magic
in such a secluded spot, almost not-heard
sounds tickling the corner of one's ears
and almost not-seen movements dancing
on the edge of vision.

(Posted for Poetry Potluck Week 44, 7/18/11)

6 comments:

  1. Natures beauty expressed exquisitely.

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  2. magical moments captured here.
    well done.

    Happy Potluck.

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  3. You have to remember to tell me to remember to breathe at the end of your poems! I was holding my breath while I read this (and I didn't even realise). So beautiful, just so very, very beautiful! ... and breathe... *smile*

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  4. Beautiful I love those closing lines and the photograph is gorgeous too. I really love finding those magical spots when walking in a forest

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