(1950 / )

Quiet Reverie

sway with the breeze
the sound of chirpping birds
soaring high my soul on wings of
full of rain clouds
this vast expanse of azure
canopies my still aching heart
portrayed here before me
wideeyed i find myself looking
of all days when
the mountain's verdant peaks
relect a spirit of newness
i gasp
at this greatness
friezed in wonder
afresh anew again
a flutter of my windblown skirt
jolts me
out of quiet
reverie to actual
record once more and tooting horns

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Comments (1)

Nice writing, and sounds like a gorgeous landscape indeed.