Can I live here? My aged soul
yearns for the quietude
of nature. Winds as they
whistle through reeds
as they move in
perfect fluidity,
ripples gently
dancing across water.
The soft hum of a Bee
the delicate echo of blue
skies, warm glow of summers
sun as he lavishes me in love.
Tell me dear, can we live here? Will
you give to me such beauty, such silence
will you grace my heart with a poetic life and
birds that chirp my song, flowers that bloom to my heart
tell me dearest, let us live in natures quietude,
can this be our path? Where waters flow,
ebb and stagnate and my druid soul
creates, in ancient callings
and darkness’s light,
tell me least,
we might.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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