Seclusion whispers softly
like a zephyr through the soul,
as soft hum resonates
throbbing richly in mighty beat.
It is the living earth that seeps
throughout the sighing winds
abounding with such beauteous sounds
that become a symphony.
So many coloured contrasts
weaving clothes of seasons mantle,
sashaying through the flowered fields
tiptoeing through the snow.
Streams meander through the land
in search for endless seas,
feeding soil abundantly
for the cycle of renewal.
So many textures finely spun
an arras of robust grace,
braided in vivid symmetry
a feast to feed the soul.
Author notes
AliceinPoetryLand
Prompt - Earth
A contest entry
- The Elements: Round 2 by Midnight Dreamer.
900 points, ended August 12, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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