The Color of the oak trees was intense
As I wandered…
To mine own thoughts of descent
The family tree
Tracing clan ancestry
As sophisticated as ‘tis humble
In the distant hills I hear a rumble
Of deep, rolling thunder before the storm
On this crisp, harvest ‘morn
The ice thus formed
Winter’s first frost
Autumn now lost
In recognition
With precognition
Enjoying the breeze
With gratitude; pleased
Offering to the Goddess and God my praise
In the solar rebirth of rainbow rays
As well to acknowledge
In the wilting foliage
Scents of mother earth in waves
I am positively alive today
A contest entry
- Merry Meet Brothers and Sisters Of Light~~~ by azlyn.
1665 points, ended October 8, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you
both, for your review, and AZ thank you very much for the gold.
Blessed Be~
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DrgonBlue
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A blessed journey of the soul! Thank you so much for sharing this Sister...the last line is perfect!
Blessed Be~
Az
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Stunning!! Absolutely Beautiful journey expressed with masterful poetic finesse, riding smoothly the contours of nature's soulful expression. A poem one could fall for! Wonderful write my freind
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