Going, Going, Green
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It's a quiet place, beneath a grassy hill,
Where the moonlight spills on whippoorwill.
And flowers of apricot, maroon and mauve,
Crowd the blues and yellows, at sunlit cove.
On a large flat rock, at the watery edge,
I'm at golden hour, feet dangling a ledge,
Scents of sea and summer blended with sun,
Permeate the moments, like sunset visions.
This is my sanctuary, my cove by the sea,
A place of green butterflies and honeybee.
I go there to meditate in the sunlit bliss,
And at times to encounter firefly reminisce!
Often I will sketch the gorgeous scenery,
Lost to this world in an ocean of greenery.
Written on August 17, 2020
For: Sanctuary Poetry contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2020
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