The river watches
As spring blossoms wither
And winter frosts the fertile vine
And soft, quiet nights
Beneath a lonely moon.
We who wander
Nature’s garden
Follow water’s sacred song
But see in harmony
Only rain.
The river watches
As spring blossoms wither
And winter frosts the fertile vine
And soft, quiet nights
Beneath a lonely moon.
We who wander
Nature’s garden
Follow water’s sacred song
But see in harmony
Only rain.
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Lovely piece, Sue
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Thanks, Michael.
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Fabulous picture matched by equally beautiful words – j’adore
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Merci bien, Dan 😉
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Lovely poem Sue. I makes one stop and appreciate the wonders of each season saying goodbye and hello all in one breath. Well done. xo
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Our own seasons too, perhaps. xx
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Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
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Beautiful, Sue. —- Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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Love this picture and the beautiful poem that goes with it.
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Thanks, Robbie… the river looked happy that day 🙂
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This is so beautiful. Sue 🙂
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Thank you, Judy x
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