Neville

Somewhere Between Trees

Somewhere Between Trees

 

Somewhere

En route between

Points A and B

 ...

Our path was still

golden and seemingly

littered with sovereigns

 ...

Though some

might just as well

have been leaves …

 ...

Somewhere

en route just a few

steps between trees …

 

Comments9

  • orchidee

    Good write Neville.

    • Neville



      ... Thanks for that Orchidee ... Neville

    • Fay Slimm.

      The golden and treasured moments of love seep through every short line of this tender write......... another wee gem of a remembered time.......... maybe............. x

      • Neville



        ...................................... maybe is write .. bless you and true ........... x

      • dusk arising

        The golden years. For some there may just golden days but gold is gold and never loses it's value as a treasure.

        To look back on such wealth..... sigh!

        • Neville



          ... I am with you DA .. I think that is the reason I write .. as a sort of reference and aide memoire for my own autumn and golden years ........................................ yep, deep sigh & a hefty thank you sir ๐Ÿ™‚

        • MendedFences27

          Trees, begin to blossom in Springtime, flourish in Summer, shed their adornments in Autumn, and bear the weight of snow in Winter. A life lived "between trees" can follow this same path of development.
          Your poem reads like a fallen leaf, something shed to prepare for the colder season. There is a lot of symbolism in trees and leaves, and now, in the pathways beneath them. I sensed a lot of emotion in this poem. as though of a life changing. Life's " Point A and B" which we all follow often is strewn with too many "leaves." - Phil A

          • Neville

            I can not tell you how much I appreciate your visits my friend ... you seem to read me so well & invariably leave a reasoned comment that I find encouraging... thank you and truly....

            Neville ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿทcheers

          • Goldfinch60

            Our paths of life can compare with the paths of nature and that is why I compare my golden moments with the wonder of Autumn, the most golden time of the year.

            Andy

            • Neville



              snap............................ me too my friend .. great minds eh' thank you for making my morning shine ..
              all good things,
              ... Neville

            • L. B. Mek

              intriguing concept and stylistically creative in execution,
              pondering those what-if's we've all yearned to answer at one point or another,
              an innovative meditation, on a timeless topic

              • Neville



                thanking you kindly and then some has almost become a reflex .. as has the smile you pin on each reviewed day ... many sincere thank you's LB ..

                a most appreciative,

                Neville

              • Christina8

                Beautiful write, neville!

                • Neville



                  ...How very bloomin kind stranger .. it is good to see you back my friend .. I do hope you and all your loved ones are safe and well ...

                  ... Neville

                • Dove

                  Awe every road has its treasure
                  Every memory a golden nugget
                  May both be everlasting,

                  • Neville


                    thank you so much PB ... and please excuse my late response .. I have been rather preoccupied the last few days or so... take care and stay safe my friend ..

                    • Dove

                      Youโ€™re welcome and you too ! ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ

                    • Suresh

                      - the fallen leaves, remind me of my life cycle, but at peace I am -----

                      Thank you for this journey

                      • Neville


                        Hello my friend, many thanks indeed for checking in and checking out this little scribble .. as always, much appreciated and true...



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