Through the end of a lens in circled states of grace
Earth meets sky to blend divisions of time and space
water rippled back and blue, ruddy leaves to bow and bend
sunlight thrown askew from nature’s beauty we extend
Waving on to further flight where heaven’s face so fair
Appears before our waning sight with no reasons to declare
The rarity and honesty in the exhaling of desire’s cost
Much easier to love and be loved, than if a love is lost
Hearken then, my one true friend, for the crow’s last call
Its flap of wings, such brilliant things, echo down the hall
In tallest trees, among mad bees, sweet memories descend
A world around us, glee has found us, broken hearts do mend
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JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Be well,
Sheri
Ron
Fine; refined poetry.
JUst nipped on for a mo'.
KB is in your area next week.
Be always safe,
Karen
xo Regis
Best of all things to you, Jim
Anna
Filled with hope and faith
In the end
All will be renewed again.
May Love and Peace reside in you
Fair Maiden & friend.
John
Simple phrasing sharing profound insight.
A meaningful treat, Michelle. Thank you.
Richard