I don't
understand why
my mind
drifts to thoughts
of you, in the
spring when I'm
alone in the woods.
The dew is on the
grass, and the small
flowers begin to
bud, the petals
slippery and wet,
glistening in the
morning
sun.
The birds sing
their symphonies of
praise, and the trees,
erect and strong, reach
to the waiting sky.
The rain shoots
down, and I
rest.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments10
Very nice indeed Tom .. you can beat an egg, but you just can't beat a bit o nature now can ya ... Neville
Thanks bro.
Sensuality in autumn symphony !
very good indeed Thomas
So beautiful !
I like your poem.
I am writer too who have gained publicity in the JCDC National Creative Writing Competitions but I am not brave enough to publish my work on platforms to get earnings...I need to ....lol
You only live once. Thanks for the read.
Good words Thomas, being with Nature brings such wonder to our hearts and minds.
Andy
Thank you.
Impossible not to love your poems, this is absolutely wonderful. ❤️
Thank you so much.
A fine write T.
Ooh. You've stirred my mind. This must be a strong love you speak of. I'm searching for that woman who gets me musing these thoughts. Booyah
Thank you so much.
Nice write. I’m gonna blame my latest EXPLICIT piece for this mindset but I took the erecting trees and the shooting comment as obvious declaration you want to have sex with this girl !!??!
You are spot on.
Dig!
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