I feel and smell with this poem of yours. My senses are gushing with life. Your nostalgic poetry touches many of us...especially those of us who've smelled the wet moss of a mountain creek or heard the deer walk softly in the forests. You are most definitely a son of nature.
It's good to be back reading your poetry once again.
Susan
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
Ch'erie
I feel and smell with this poem of yours. My senses are gushing with life. Your nostalgic poetry touches many of us...especially those of us who've smelled the wet moss of a mountain creek or heard the deer walk softly in the forests. You are most definitely a son of nature.
It's good to be back reading your poetry once again.
Susan
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
sentiments,William!
This is so Beautifully-done. So softly spoken like a whisper; and yet it's so loudly displayed. Love the sentiments in this one indeed.
~ Sandie May Angel :o) ~