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Wednesday, 23 October 2013

24 October





in the high hay field


yesterday they walked the wood

in the later afternoon when the shadows fell long


 two of them frolicked with 

the dreams of youth 

that skipped farther ahead

and paused for a moment on the curve

 in the leaf littered path

where the sun shone down in splintered sunlight





two of them heard silent footfalls 

 meandering on the green earth behind them

and brought to mind other days 

not so long past
 they walked slow enough to hear

ancient laughter in the sound
the leaves made when they fell



they harvested  dreams

and things that might be

or may have been already 


the four of them  



and they welcomed the phantom 

that danced so full of mirth between them
and kept their company on these hallowed trails

and sang the song of the forest


then when they reached the high hay field

that phantom took his bow

and left them to the twilight




6 comments:

  1. gorgeous photo, and beautiful poem and love your phantom...

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  2. It is like that field is ablaze with color, so gorgeous.

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  3. lovely - a perfect example of Autumn simplicity! Visiting from Katherine's Corner

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  4. Sigh. I love all of the images of autumn here. The picture is a gorgeous complement to your writing. Is it yours? Thanks for linking up.

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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