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will
and I wonder
to places unknown
forgotten the weeds –
my way back to home
a secret
unspoken
by lovers and thieves
echoed by crickets
knees
touching knees
a hymnal
of feathers
as light through the pines
souvenirs left by
the rain
where was I going
who waits the dawn
with promise
of heaven
to love me
again
Author’s Note: I love the woods and I love the shore. A couple of years back, while sitting on my porch, I closed my eyes and raised my face to the sun. But the breeze, he told me something more. In that moment, I noticed the song that is the fluttering of leaves. It is the same as the waves on the shore. I wonder who knew it first, but wonder not at the love that allowed them to share it.
how tender
these blessings of
sapphire and pearl
oceans singing
of leaves
. . .
tornadoday 
Beautiful, as your words always are.
Your kindness always makes me smile, Richard. Thank you. ❤
Very welcome 🙂
You are love, always and nature knows this… ❤
………always love, Jane………… ❤ Nature is surely the first proof of love.
such a picture of love and tranquility … blessed
Thank you, my darling friend. 🙂
“…to close my eyes and hear the songs of the waves and surf carried to me by the gulf breeze, softly harmonized with the rustle of the leaves in the wind. ‘Tis the symphony of paradise…” …xo
me