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| The Sunday Muse |
On tip-toe nail, come walk with me
under nature's bountiful canopy
bouquet of colored autumn leaves
a song of gentleness, I weave
there is no need for sharp arrows
would you silence the sparrows
into my world, I offer you an invite
guiding you towards wondrous light
leading you to fresh reflective waters
drink in its wonder, see what if offers
the ability of regeneration, is a gift
in the clearing, dark clouds will lift
a song of gentleness, I weave
bouquet of colored autumn leaves
under nature's bountiful canopy
a song of gentleness, I weave
linking with the The Sunday Muse
Peace and healing to all
thanks for reading
A beautiful invitation to enter the natural world and experience being one with all beings. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend. There is respite in nature some days.
DeleteA lovely soothing mood.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Truedessa. Thanks for dropping by my blog today.
Much💛love
Thank you for visiting here Gillena - I am glad the poem set a soothing mood.
DeleteSo peaceful Truedessa. Beautiful.
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DeleteIsn't Mom Nature just wonderful. We need to be more supporting of her. I liked the "ability of regeneration . . . a gift". Did you know though, that this summer down here in southeast Texas we were getting dust and muddy rain from the Sahara Desert in Africa!!
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Hi Jim, I wasn't aware of that fact. Regeneration the ability to start over with each new day.
Delete“A song of gentleness I weave” you most certainly dif True — wonderful… 🙂✌🏼❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you Rob, i am glad you could hear and feel the gentle melody.
DeleteVery poignant indeed! Happy Autumn! We do love Fall most of All!
ReplyDeleteWhat is your favorite part of fall?
DeleteI love the gentle inspiration in this Truedessa and the rhyme is gorgeous. The way it wraps back around to the opening lines is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dear Carrie for your constant support.
DeleteReading this was as refreshing as a drink of water, "a gift
ReplyDeletein the clearing: -- Beautiful.
Thank you, hopefully your thirst was quenched.
DeleteThis is such a lovely poem ... last evening at dusk I watched as a beautiful deer snatched apples from the tree in front of our townhome! Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing that image.
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