The sea shore in the summer at night is always such a wonderful place but for those of you who haven't tried it...take a walk, make a fire and sit a spell on a beach in winter with snow softly falling...magical.
PS: Dress warm!
Fee,
I feel a sense of appreciation for the quiet time, but there's also an underlying sense of longing or loneliness. You made this combination feel inviting.
Sheila
Reviewed by Geoff M. Pope (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2010
Just what I needed to read
before a nap with my cats.
Thank you, Tranquil Fee.
And I was especially calmed
and warmed by this couplet:
"snowflakes soften ocean’s fury
flames sedate world in a hurry"
Geopacific
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2010
Dress warm yep, I could picture you doing this and finding the magic there. LadyJ
I have done this but, Only 2X's! In the dead of Winter Fee, because I was feeling Lonely and I rememeber Crying! My tears started to harden on my cheek and I stayed maybe 1/2 Hour.I love this Magical-Feeling Poem! You Stir my senses with this one! Another Melochaly for Me!
The picture is Stunning! A Treasured Poem I will savor! I hope the CCCold Brisk Wind filled your senses! As anytime in the Seasons of Nature is a True Answer to our Hearts Desires...
Blessings of Love! PEACE! And Harmony,SOULFUL_PurplePassionsSHEEoxxo
brrrrrrrrr.... chillingly romantic! there's just something about a fire, but this sissy prefers them inside the fireplace on a bear skin rug... well you get the picture! lovely piece. Hugs, Kathy
sanguine eventide gloams into beautiful embrace for the eyes
your "Solitude" a quietude of introspection
also embraces the heart Fee
Love & Inspiration
Vickie
This write of yours has a magical ring to it Fee. I love the sea any time of day or night but unfortunately we don't have snow where I live or I'd try your formula. Write on my friend. You pen speaks POET.
Hugs,
Marcia
Great write Felix...ah i wish i could get to a beach, even down here just to get away...but can't right now.
Anyway, I also love the photo. Did you take it?
I could picture me sitting on the beach in front of a warm fire in a winter evening. I love the picture you posted. Another excellent write from your heart.
take a walk, make a fire and sit a spell on a beach in winter with snow softly falling...magical.
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I feel a sense of appreciation for the quiet time, but there's also an underlying sense of longing or loneliness. You made this combination feel inviting.
Sheila
before a nap with my cats.
Thank you, Tranquil Fee.
And I was especially calmed
and warmed by this couplet:
"snowflakes soften ocean’s fury
flames sedate world in a hurry"
Geopacific
The picture is Stunning! A Treasured Poem I will savor! I hope the CCCold Brisk Wind filled your senses! As anytime in the Seasons of Nature is a True Answer to our Hearts Desires...
Blessings of Love! PEACE! And Harmony,SOULFUL_PurplePassionsSHEEoxxo
Leann
your "Solitude" a quietude of introspection
also embraces the heart Fee
Love & Inspiration
Vickie
Hugs,
Chrissie
Hugs,
Marcia
And what a photo. e
Georg
Anyway, I also love the photo. Did you take it?
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Indeed, it is magical, as is a walk in a deep forest, on a snowy morn. Getting out amidst nature's glory is wondrous, not matter the place, or time of year.
Anna
They don't get better than this.
Beautiful poetry Fee.
John