Satisfied
Curls of smoke draped lazily across the shoulders of the sky
The ethereal sounds of the Robins signal that Spring is drawing nigh
The smell of burning logs ruminate in peaceful minds at rest
And dinners cooked over that open fire simply just taste the best
The feel of the hammock and the cozy quilt are the final touch
Senses filled to flood stage with contentment, peace, and such
The cold air of nightfall caresses patches of exposed pieces of skin
A celestial shuffle behind the curtain, signals the light show is about to begin
The taste of toasted marshmallow dances lightly to the pallet’s delight
And the lullaby of satisfied senses sends us yawning into that good night
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Author:
MDStone (
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Oh! How deliciously beautiful! Every line chockful of details fit to make the reader swoon, how happily I lose myself herein. Very, very lovely. Excellently rendered with awesome imagery and a heartening poignancy. Thank you so very, very much for sharing. I love it!
I am humbled, thank you so kindly for the encouraging words. Your time to read and comment mean so much.
My pleasure, you're welcome!
Quite creative MD I assume it is intended due to the separation in the sixth line that lets the reader continue to read it line to line or read down the separation to the end then return and read down the right column to the end. Very nice and I imagine that difficult to do.
Thank you as always, Soren, for your time and thoughts. I wish that I could take creative credit, but the separation was due to how it copied over from my notes. I didn’t catch it. But hey, might be worthy to study out for future creativity. Thanks for reading.
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