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Wet with the mist,
she runs through the ages.
Her tale moves with her,
as she tumbles over rocks.
Nature whispers healing,
as she awaits her love.
Girl of all time,
maiden sees through the haze.
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The cattle appeared out of the mist,
Thundering toward us,
Pounding across the creek valley.
They swung around our hill,
Into the mist,
And were gone.
Silence.
Nothing followed.
The trailer speeds in a blur,
Perfect metaphor of our lives
Nature remains firmly planted,
Stable, steadfast without a stir.
Nature...there before we arrived,
Will remain after we leave
Focused on the goal at hand,
Making sure that she survived.
Man on the other hand,
With no long term goals
Struggles day to day,
Instant gratification...his plan.
Nature teach us and tell,
Perhaps it is YOUR teacher we seek
The creator who's law you follow,
Should be ours as well.
Dan
The whispered winds waft gently across the bog
Bearing the heady scent of fresh peat and wet wood.
The trees dance, hands in the breeze
And they sway and they laugh and gently tease
The swallowing sky.
My riding crop crack snaps his meaty hind
Bearing me forward across dirt and crushed greens.
The trees bow, supples spines dipped and devoted
And they whisper, and welcome with gentle 'hello's
The visitor flying by.
Like yesterday's memories, you linger;
Gently encompass me in your arms.
Misty dawn, you tug a chord in my heart :)
They didn't notice
Driving-
Just to get there
Not to drive
Inside-
That's everything
Nothing is out there
Windows-
If only to look out
Not making the effort
How small they are...
They didn't notice
Wet with the mist,
she runs through the ages.
Her tale moves with her,
as she tumbles over rocks.
Nature whispers healing,
as she awaits her love.
Girl of all time,
maiden sees through the haze.
brush the sleep
away from my eyes
pastels fade slowly
into the sky
the rich green plants
line the side of the road
a van speeds by
unaware of what i have done
what i am doing
what i will do
stop i urge
the van
stop and listen
to me tell my story
save me
from what i have done
but the van
goes on
fading into the
morning light
Wandering about in the morning field
What draws me out this morning
The beautiful way
That the nature sways
I walk, I walk toward my hearts desire
The clouds are rolling over the hills
As they have come to settle here
Just for a time
As I turn my back headed home
The clouds are where they are at
Exactly where they should be
I am greeted, "How was your walk"
My smile and warmth light up the room
I took a bit of it home with me
Misty Morning Tanka~
Joyfulness beckons
troubled feet thru silent sighs
of a morning mist
in Hope's meadow as cloudy
tendrils embrace weary flesh
~ S. Anderson aka PuraPoetica
Great post thanks for sharing it
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