Hope you had a great night filled with visions of chocolate cream pie, cherry cheesecake, chocolate peanut butter pie, striped delight, and of course, my favourite - Heavenly Hash...ok, now go have breakfast...LOL
Hugs, Trish
A small vintage of wine dribbles down sullen cheeks,
While a single tear creates a river with simple creeks,
And danger lurks under ever pebble churned in sand,
Yet, the young woman is barren and at his command.
Overhead, a bird’s call echoes eerily in the first light,
Causing shimmering reflections to take mystic flight,
Yet, while resting, elbow upon knee and head on hand,
A ripple of time past flutters steadying her terse stand.
Across the open water, a wee fawn approaches to drink,
And she watches, guarding her ideas, no thought to think,
Yet she is softened by the gentleness of this green land,
And all of man’s wanderings that have come beforehand.
Undercover with eyes veiled, she watches a wildcat stalk,
Not aware of the native woman behind with a tomahawk,
Yet all is fair in the food chain from nature to farmhand,
Except for those who control what happens in fairyland.
A snapping twig signals his approach from just behind,
And a stinking blow, landed quickly, is meant to remind,
All, that the protection of the land can’t meet his demand,
To provide another blessed event for his native fatherland.
Well trickster, you are writing esoteric messages these days and doing it very well;-)But what else should we expect from a wily witch! would love to smash one of those pies in your mug for making me hungry!;-) etw;-)...
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Reindeer
Your the hungry messenger now?
Glad your so giddy now a days
must be the new friend?
Lurve ya!
Regis
Lovely offering!!
Love Tinka
A beautifully imaged write; I could get lost in your poetry. A delight to read this morning (migraine and all). Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Poetry is a form of art. It's artisitc value lies in between the lines when a poet expresses well.
You are a true artist - a true painter on canvas, and a true painter of words!!!!! Yup, there's no doubt about it.
You are whom I would call a true poet and a true artist! I greatly enjoyed your work!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)