“Summer Woodland” by Janice Warriner
the talents of trees
entertain every window
concerts of color
delightful ballets
lithe of movement
with vibrance of
birdsong and breezes
convened by a
mountain-slope summer
its classical tendencies
worn by this woodland
through histories
brought to this moment
of private audition
Apollo presents
for my pleasure alone
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
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lovely post
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thanks, mukul
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welcome
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You never fail to amaze me 🙂
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what a lovely thing to say
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Double lovely.
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double thanks
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I needed to be cheered up a tad this day…the grave politics of this tedious nation of mine is so very depressing…whatever, this one did the trick. Cheers Paul.
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glad I could help even a little – the murder of your member was quite shocking
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An honest politician; a rare breed and one of my own the poor gal.
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my sincere condolences to you and your countrymen
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Beautiful!
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thanks kindly
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This is beautiful, Paul
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thank you, my friend
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You’re welcome, always
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Totally beautiful title, painting and poem. I am a lover of trees, particularly the oak tree I watch from the window of my fourth floor apartment.
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I’m blessed to be surrounded by forest
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A feast for the eye and for the spirit . . .
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thanks kindly, my friend
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What a lovely poem. I love trees – a love inspired by my mum who highlighted there beauty on every journey we took that passed trees. When she died, we planted an Oak Tree in a beautiful tree lined avenue in one of the beautiful National Trust estates – Tatton Park in the UK and as a family we return there regularly to watch as the tree grows. Our granddaughters ask now – “Can we go and see Nanna’s tree?” so our love for trees is continuing through the new generations of our family. Thanks for this beautiful poem which I’m going to print out if that’s ok so I can look at it regularly.. I love it! x
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your thoughtful comment and kind words touch me dearly – thank you so much for sharing your lovely story
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Your poem touched me deeply so thank you for sharing it and bringing back such lovely memories of my mum xx
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I just love your poems Paul … And this one is just beautiful .
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you made this old man’s day – thank you, ism
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I’m honored 🙂
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