Winding vines climb
Through summer forests,
Wild tendrils spring
From withered boughs,
A cycle of harmony
In Nature’s garden,
Green and blooming.
We walk a quiet path
Between the seasons,
Summer fruit falls
On frosted grass
And winter’s blossom
Follows an ancient spring.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Lovely!
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Thanks, Bob 🙂
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The oracle speaks both melodiously and wisely! (K)
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The oracle is fun to sing with 😉
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Very pretty Sue 🙂
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Thanks Melissa 🙂
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Lovely, Sue. I love these reflections on the cycling of the seasons. The days are already lengthening.
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I’ll be glad when the sun gets up around the same time as me. I still feel like it is the middle of the night:)
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Beautiful poem, Sue!
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Thanks, Eliza 🙂
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