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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. Login to Reply 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 :) Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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!;) Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply Ts Poetry Date: 10/28/2019 8:05:00 PM Thank you G