Saturday 19 September 2009

Heather

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.



8 comments:

  1. That is beautiful! Wonderful imagery!

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  2. Eventually, with a lot of work & dedication, you'll get the hang of it. :)
    Keep going

    but sleeping dreamers miss it mostly,
    gaze up at the moon - I love that

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  3. Just lovely -- puts me in mind of the classic styles. I see the picture, and feel the loss of a day missed.

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  4. Beautiful! I love the lesson learned. Live each day to the fullest. I love the colors of the poem.

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  5. My kind of poetry. Love it. This is the good stuff.

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  6. Traversing the moors in the early morning mist- sounds like a wonderful start to any day. Very nice, thanks for sharing this

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  7. Wonderful use of image evoking words that give rise to the feelings inside us all.

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