Zenavia

Neville

Zenavia

 

Invisible bird sings

From the blue cypress tree

So green, you only think she’s there ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2020 05:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write N.

    • Neville



      .................................................................................................................... Ta O..

    • dusk arising

      And the greenfinch sang the blues.

      • Neville



        ............................. such a descriptive term, the blues .. soulful & deep ... like a heartbeat felt .. thank you DA ...

      • Fay Slimm.

        The scene is so well described I feel I too am listening and looking at what I think is in that tree. A charming read Nev..............x

        • Neville



          ............................................................ Thank you Fay & mightily .......... x

        • Jerry Reynolds

          A humble link

          deceived the perky
          dandelion dreams of spring

          • Neville



            ................ that makes at least two of us .............. thank you for linking up ... together we are almost a flock........................

          • Jerry Reynolds

            We should do a Renga someday.

            • Neville



              ................... maybe but I tend to shy away from collaborations .. tis a novel idea tho my friend .. arigato ..

            • Goldfinch60

              Those songs are always there as I walk with nature no matter what colour they are.

              Andy

              • Neville



                I know exactly what you mean indivisible ............................................. thanks GF60 ..

                Neville

              • L. B. Mek

                I shall carry your words, as Wordsworth carried his idyllic scene of Tintern Abbey:
                'The Hermit sits alone. These beauteous forms,
                Through a long absence, have not been to me
                As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
                But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
                Of towns and cities, I have owed to them
                In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
                Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
                And passing even into my purer mind,'
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                Happy New Year dear friend, stay safe 🍻

                • Neville



                  .................... I am indeed both blessed and honoured my friend ... and the very same to you L.B ... Healthy, happy & safe sir .......



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