While the snow, heavy and unabated, falls before me
My thoughts turn to the summer brooklet, shallow and shining
Streaming down the mountainside
Where I used to gather the round stones alone
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While the snow, heavy and unabated, falls before me
My thoughts turn to the summer brooklet, shallow and shining
Streaming down the mountainside
Where I used to gather the round stones alone
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Beautiful, Megi. The poetry rivals the photograph, or maybe it’s a virtuous circle.
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It is very kind of you, Paul! 🙂
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Reblogged this on KURT BRINDLEY and commented:
Beautiful and poetic prose and imagery courtesy the lovely and loving Megi of HappyNest in America…
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Thank you for reblogging!
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Beautiful, so delicate. And it resonates. I love ‘summer brooklet’.
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Thank you for your lovely comment, Cang. I am happy to know you love “summer brooklet”! 🙂
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“Where I used to gather the round stones alone” – the addition of the word alone at the end of this sentence makes this line so much more intriguing. The more I read the poem, the more I like about it.
Thanks for sharing Megi, and for visiting my place. Kind regards 🙂
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Thank you for your kind comment, andysmerdon! 🙂
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bookmarked!!, ӏ love yοur site!
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Thanks DEB! ❤
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Everyone loves it whenever people come together and share views.
Great blog, continue the good work!
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Thank you for your lovely comment HOLLIS! 🙂
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