Breathless
Breathless
Morning dew at its best
natures bloom, a soft caress
crisp winter days and long nights
earth is calm, as if taking a rest
Cascading waterfalls behind the bay
birds chirping, fish at play
glinting light scorching dry rock
a painters easel of disarray
Rippling creeks,snow capped mountains
a magical journey through a desolate land
decaying bark and overgrown brush
some things will never be
just a barren wasteland…..
Copyright © James Tuders | Year Posted 2018
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