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| Image Courtesy of Jinksy |
Morning Glory
Early morning frost underfoot,
smell the land,
with ground twists of turf,
moss-coated blue rock,
pulsating from this jagged place.
Like a seasoned seductress,
leisurely undressing by the light of day,
and always the bird song,
falling like drops of rain.
Lovely imagery in this piece, sensuous and lavish.
ReplyDeleteI loved to think the birds are singing in tune to your words! Thanks for playing along. :)
ReplyDelete"and always the bird song,
ReplyDeletefalling like drops of rain
Wonderful, I love it!
(Thanks very much for the comment and the follow on twitter, I am following you back. Good to meet you. x)
Lovely stuff Louise - I was taking the walk.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Beautiful... I especially like "moss-coated blue rock, pulsating from this jagged place"...
ReplyDeleteincredible and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteJingle appreciates your support to our poetry potluck.
ReplyDeleteOur week 41 Theme is: Saints, Monks, and Meditations,
Yet, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome… ;)
Always, your poetry is sunshine to us!
Looking forward to seeing U on Sunday, 8pm or later.
Stay Blessed,
Love and hugs.
xoxox
Thanks all for your comments!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine your poem in the picture - Dave
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