by Lorri Proctor
Friday, March 09, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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It was in the early morning, blackbird song and
long wet grass, shuffling through making trails in dew
in the early mornings of my life.
Something of magic in the sun slanting
through wet, dripping branches;
pearls of water drops in spidery webs enchaining
blade to blade in the long wet grass.
It was in the early morning rising from warm sheets
when hearing the cuckoo summons from
long distant woods, calling,welcoming me forth
into the dewy day, doors unbolted, stepping from within
dark walls, shadowed kitchens, cold and stony floor.
Stepping forth and catching at my heart
sun's rays, dewy grass, pearls of water drops.
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|Reviewed by Sharon Jordan
|Your beautiful imagery takes me to another place, another time.
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|What a marvelous trip of imagery and suspense...loved it!|
|Reviewed by Jean Pike
|Absolutely gorgeous writing, Loretta, as always.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|wonderful imagery you have painted, loretta; very nice! Brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A very lovely nostalgic poem and a gorgeous picture, Loretta. I stil love those very early spring and summer mornings.|
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|These are beautiful memories, Loretta, and you've described them well.