great gray cotton tufts
nestle in treetops
filter pewter beams
fading in their reach
for damp forest floors
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Reblogged this on poetreecreations.org and commented:
Great poem
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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pewter beams – man, that’s so right!
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that’s indeed how they looked
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So very, very beautiful! Stunning photograph as well.
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thanks Ellen
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Beautiful–I could almost feel, and smell it.
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happy it worked for you
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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beautiful!
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thanks kindly
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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Magical.
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fog has that aspect
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I’m a great fan of lovely fog–poetry wrapped within.
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something mystical about the fog
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