Whispers reach
finding that faith
where those greetings
of nature
find solace
within an echo,
Horizons
met,
Yet within a resurrection
silence speaks
that language of trees
where a breeze
whispers
in the cool
of the afternoon
vows met
in nature
where in a dream
dawn begins
waiting for the rise
of the
full moon.
Dec. 14, 2004
Author notes
Written December 15th, 2004
In a list
What did you think
Comments
-
have to admit the spacing makes me kind of dizzy for some reason.
makes me think of the rising of a full moon on a stark winter's eve, when everything is quiet and the trees sway lightly in the breeze. only an occasional call of the coyote maybe breaks the silence.
-
whoa...I think this is the best one I read right now...but I think there's one more
....but truly this is so good...I really like nature poems also..and nature...even though I don't write 'em...so now I appoint you to my official "Nature Poem Writer" for me to read
keep it up...You are sooo good...
~Eric~ -
"vows met in nature where in a dream dawn begins waiting for the rise of the full moon."
This is very radical. . .



3 old applause
