Gather

It is quiet now the sun moves up the ridge honey crisp scent of freedom hovers, engulfing all the air pangs of pleasure peal primrose bows her head yellow paints the morning the fields are all aglow dew dresses up the hackles glisten comes to call enlighten paints the picture leaves begin to fall recall enters to the garden tiny footfalls traced in awe nothing goes unnoticed gaze, then gather in it all

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/28/2019 4:49:00 PM

honey crisp scent of freedom...love it. nothing exceeds that...well, with exception.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/30/2019 2:05:00 AM

ha!

Ts Poetry
Date: 10/28/2019 8:07:00 PM

I know those exceptions as I have read your latest :))

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/28/2019 6:07:00 AM

- A wonderful poem, TS :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Ts Poetry
Date: 10/28/2019 8:06:00 PM

Thank you A-L

Jan Allison

Date: 10/28/2019 3:16:00 AM

I've read this through 3 times and am enthralled by your creativity TS a big fave for me its a joy to read I especially love the second stanza as I love seeing the primroses in the fields:-) hugs Jan xx

Ts Poetry
Date: 10/28/2019 8:06:00 PM

Thanks Jan, hugs Tim

Brenda Chiri

Date: 10/27/2019 9:42:00 PM

Gershon said it beautifully! You are amazing T and always bring a bit of warmth into my chilled nights!;) Don't stop! Lol!;)

Ts Poetry
Date: 10/28/2019 8:05:00 PM

Thanks B

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/27/2019 11:45:00 AM

So beautifully and meaningfully penned, T.S. Just love the way you craft the flow and the rhythm of this poem, and the subject-verb dynamic. Bravo! Best wishes, Gershon

Ts Poetry
Date: 10/28/2019 8:05:00 PM

Thank you G