Tale End Of Winters Ministries.
As the shutters open
I become porous anew
Your my thoughts
Arouse relaxation
Filtering darkness
Wandering along a track
Spritely on the still soft
And sphagnum
Playing limpet
With the mighty ones
Inhaling
Rich, red, resins
My your words
Alighting softly aglow
Tender upon our koru.
I become porous anew
Your my thoughts
Arouse relaxation
Filtering darkness
Wandering along a track
Spritely on the still soft
And sphagnum
Playing limpet
With the mighty ones
Inhaling
Rich, red, resins
My your words
Alighting softly aglow
Tender upon our koru.
posted by Crunchy Weta at 5:24 AM
6 Comments:
Hey Glenn
Beautiful play with words. All of it fun to say aloud, frolicking from the lips
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Beautiful words of spring? And is that the beauty that is causing your sleepness nights? Enjoy it while you can...one day she won't be right in the next room and you'll be wishing she was!
Thanks Ozy, and Shirley, no that was Bryanna at about 7 months, the current energizer bunny driven alarm clock is Bradin :-) Though he has slept through the last few nights ..ahhh.
The pictures are astounding Glenn. The place looks magical. Tolkieneque, eh? Love the photo of the little limpet and the poem is a soft accent.
you know Glenn, I just had to come back to these photos!
no wonder the little miss didn't like the snow--you've sired a gorgeous little wood nymph who prefers the forest to flakes!
Awww thanks Y. They are a little dated now, but I like to look at them occasionally. I have to say though that the redwoods are not native to NZ but we love to walk in this particular redwood forest, its so rejuvenating.
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