Today I saw heather bounty
illuminate a folded moor
with purple promise, shimmering.
I passed along and left it there,
yomping, yakking on
like when a day is finished up;
a day when treasure hangs around
in clusters, azure, jokes, in folks
but sleepy dreamers miss it mostly,
gaze up at the moon.
That is beautiful! Wonderful imagery!
ReplyDeleteEventually, with a lot of work & dedication, you'll get the hang of it. :)
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but sleeping dreamers miss it mostly,
gaze up at the moon - I love that
Just lovely -- puts me in mind of the classic styles. I see the picture, and feel the loss of a day missed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love the lesson learned. Live each day to the fullest. I love the colors of the poem.
ReplyDeleteMy kind of poetry. Love it. This is the good stuff.
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ReplyDeleteTraversing the moors in the early morning mist- sounds like a wonderful start to any day. Very nice, thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of image evoking words that give rise to the feelings inside us all.
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