She watches over me,
Constantly changing shape, giving me shade on every sunny day.
I sit beneath the oak tree, and a nebulous glow surrounds me.
This feeling I feel, it grounds me.
As I watch a swarm of honeybees fly by,
I am reminded of all the beauty in this life.
The tall grass around me is moist at my feet,
still dripping from the mist of her last despairing weep.
Off in the distance, I see the thunderheads,
they are nothing more than her words left unsaid.
I retreat inside to watch her billow violently,
curled up in a blanket utterly mystified by her silently …….
…… watching
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Author:
Bay (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2020 04:11
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Lovely positive appreciation of the wonderful world we live in and of course the sky, an ever changing work of art.
Right up my street with this kind of poetry.
Good write Bay.
Watching the clouds and the sky can be so wonderful.
Andy
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