Among the soft silence.

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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

(Image and words)

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