dusk arising

into the woodgreen realm







Seeking balance,
I walked into the woodgreen realm.
And standing
still,    silent,    alone,
began to feel tranquility nourish my soul.
Before me a giant lady of the forest
gently waved her tree top blessing upon unfelt breeze.
And there, as i stood in awe of her majesty,
she cried a single leaf, gently falling to my feet.
Lifting her gift, I placed it next to my heart.
Where it remains to this day.



    ANGELA here - GOOD MORNING DUSK - Thanks for a lovely Pic *n Poem to start the Day! Close to where we live is a small Wood with a Lake where one can commune with the Flora & Fauna and forget about COVID 19 & Boris & Trump for a while and feel that one was back in a less frenetic age.
    Love the VIDEO - A very cool SAX for a quiet Sunday Morning! Love the title *Hasta Siempre Comandante ~ Until Forever Commandant* It is about Che Guevara.
    Our Trees are telling us Summer is passing being replaced by the *Beauty of Autumn* not only does Mother Nature have her paintbrush out - painting the leaves - but some having done their duty are now falling to provide nutriants for the ground plants. Essex is not a Windy Couny so - as your Poem suggests they fall with such gentle dignity. Thanks for Sharing.

    Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
    Love Angela & Brian & Smokey ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐ŸคŽ

    • dusk arising

      We can learn a lot from being among trees if we are open minded about their spiritual vibe.

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        Thanks DUSK - I DO talk to the TREES and they DO listen to ME - AMEN

        Love & Peace & Joy ~ ANGELA !

      • Goldfinch60

        Wonderful words of nature. Itoo keep some leaves that fall in front of me.

        Yet another fine saxophonist d a.


        • dusk arising

          I once had the nickname 'woody'. Yes i thought youd appreciate Garbarek. Quite a different style to most of the players i listen to and a true master of the sax family.

        • orchidee

          Good write dusk.

          • dusk arising

            Good heavens Orchidee.

          • Andrew Charles Forrest

            Excellent DA the woods and forests are the true cathedrals in the world where the soul can receive actual nourishment you hit the hail on the head.

            Great piece today BRAVO!

            • dusk arising

              Yes you are absolutely right with your comments. I'm pleased you liked tis piece and thank you for your super comment.

            • Michael Edwards

              Just brilliant - I shall print it off and keep it my collection.

              • dusk arising

                Wow! Now that is an accolade. Thank you. I like the comment Andrew Charles Forrest made above. Though i just realised, with a name like his, he's bound to be biased.

              • The Uneducated O.A.P

                Morning dusk, late night or early start? If the timers right you posted this at 11 minutes past midnight (although some would argue midnight is actually midday, or is it the other way round?)
                Great wordy picture to start the day with
                Love nature

                • dusk arising

                  The clock on MPS relates the time on east coast USA. So the day for us starts at 06.00 when they, and the MPS clock are at 00.00 hours.
                  A little bird told me that those who post early on here tend to get more reads. My excuse is that since lockdown/shielding my body clock has gone haywire. I was up all night. Whilst not doing any work for weeks on end i decided to retire which added further grist to the spanner in the works of my body clock.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Ah - a wonderful read laced with admirable imagery - crying a leaf enhanced the peace of that well described scene so well my friend. Thanks for sharing that tall wooden lady and her majestic blessings.

                  • dusk arising

                    In the tranquil peace of woodland there is so much life energy. It's easy to see why so many mysteries and fantasies have the woods or forest as their stage for the mind easily slips into another mode if you let it. Some are blind to it though.
                    Thanks for your lovely comments which are all the more meaningful coming from a poet who bathes in the wonders of the natural world.

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