My Secret Place
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When the infinite sky is motionless above me,
and a deep cerulean blue and the air is withering;
I go to my secret place deep in the lush forest,
and beside an aquamarine stream I lay my blanket.
On summer days like this I feel lazy and hazy,
drifting into solitude- I begin to notice sweet smells;
of herbs growing close by in brilliant chartreuse,
and clusters of precious fragrant purplish lavender.
Oh, delicious the view and perfumes of the forest,
and my childhood delight- lemon yellow dandelions;
bringing back memories of walks with my mother,
and the rows of drooping treasures on her kitchen sill.
A little walk about in the silence of birds chirping,
and I find a group of coral bells thriving in the sun;
I recall a cabin had once been in this very spot,
and oh heaven- I discover the herb saffron in lilac.
Soon, I gather my bouquets of fragrant discoveries,
and leave the forest, refreshed and inspired;
what a wonderful retreat this has been on a hot day,
to dwell in the green, rich with seasonal color.
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August 18, 2017
Poetry/Verse/My Secret Place
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 9315-48-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into contest Number 460
Sponsor, Brian Strand
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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