
Green rocks flower;

A warm wind
Out of season
Rustles winter boughs
As Nature’s quiet spirit
Murmurs of spring.
We listen.
Following ancient harmony,
The deep song blossoms
A secret path
Between worlds
Through dusk to dawn.

Green rocks flower;

A warm wind
Out of season
Rustles winter boughs
As Nature’s quiet spirit
Murmurs of spring.
We listen.
Following ancient harmony,
The deep song blossoms
A secret path
Between worlds
Through dusk to dawn.
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Beautiful, Sue
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Beautifully expressed, Sue…
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Thanks, Jaye x
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❤
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I particularly like the last three lines
A secret path
Between worlds
Through dusk to dawn.
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Thanks, Willow x
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All my pleasure Sue 💜💜
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Beautiful poem and the perfect title.
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Thank you, Diana 🙂
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I love the title! A beautiful poem, Sue. Hugs.
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Thanks, Michelle. Hugs x
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So lovely
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Thank you, Dale.
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