The soft misty morning
enticed the rest of me
outdoors when I stuck
my nose out to test the temperature.
Happy preschoolers giggled
as they placed chase
with the ragged umbrella
that had previously
sheltered them when they
plunked merrily
on the wet grass.
Liquid-throated birds
warbled in trees
during my explorations around the block.
Three squirrels played
ring-around the tree trunk
as a brown oak leaf
slowly helicoptered to the pavement.
The humidity held
a trace of damp earth
and refreshed, happy greenery.
Accumulated plunks from
tree limbs dotted
my t-shirt but the
mist left no trace
except on
my hair, memories
and attitude.
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Wonderful piece! ๐
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Thanks, Sam. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Your fantastic poem is an equation
observing Life unfolding naturally out of Nature
from school education
to earth’s temperature
that comprise experiencing work and pleasure
encased in success and happiness=a priceless treasure
beyond birds and human measure
By: Van Prince
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Thanks for sharing, Van Prince’s lovely poetry. Is that you or a relative (seeing the Prince makes me think there might be a connection.)
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Your poem was as pure and beautiful as the mist laden mornings. What’s better than feeling the dew on the leaf blades, and an aromatic cup of tea,
~ Arnav
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Thanks, Arnav. What a lovely descriptive comment you have left us to enjoy. Isn’t it about time for another blog post, Bookworm?
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Oh sure it is, guess I will have to find some time for it. Plus, I have a dreadful cold.
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I hate colds, and they are still better than COVID.
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Beautiful poem! It was misty here yesterday and today as I walked the dog. So peaceful, like swimming through a silent cloud. I loved it!
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Thanks, Priscilla. The mist seems to spark both the soul and the imagination. Glad you and the pooch enjoyed the walk.
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What a wonderful poem!!!
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Thanks, dear Luisa. Glad that you liked it. ๐
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It was really beautiful๐
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Thanks. Going to try your wine recommendation when I get home. ๐๐๐๐ฅ
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It is a nice light wine from a grape I had never tried before. I thought it might be an orange wine and it is not. I still need to find an orange wine someday. ๐
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These words conjure up Orange Wine Day perfectly Pat.
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LOL. Only you Malc. Luisa gave me a wonderful suggestion for an Italian orange wine so after lunch, I’m off to see if I can find it in C’ville.
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I’m drooling already ๐
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Wine review to follow. Need to purchase and consume it first.
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LOL. I feel a Dylan Thomas kind of review coming ๐
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Just bought it. Will try after I get home.
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Sounds like you’re soaking up fall, Pat. Great word-images here!
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Thanks, Audrey. Glad that you liked it. I love Fall.
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From the Guardian: Was Dylan Thomas a hero or an over-rated alcoholic? Is that what your giggling over or that it will be rambling?
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No comment ๐
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Easy out Malc…. Tsk tsk
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LOL ๐
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Very nice, Par
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Thanks, Don. Glad you liked it.
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Beautiful verses Pat, a true and precise observation transformed into art. ๐
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Thanks, Francisco. All I had to do was take a walk in the mist and observe what I saw.
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Love the “Liquid-throated birds” and the whole last stanza. Well done!
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Thanks. Glad you liked it. ๐๐๐
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I simply loved this one, Pat. I got blissfully lost in it…
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Thanks, Narendra. What a lovely compliment.
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