Misty again
But a thin mist
Somehow I can see through it
Into the green
Down to the valley
There were deer in the garden
Again last night
And I wonder what it all means
I chose the steep route
And worked hard for the summit
Followd by pipits
And goldfinches tinkling
Heard but not seen
Lost in the mist.
A single magpie
Watches as I pass by
But I feel no sorrow
Only joy
I can feel the light
#CoSopoetry
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@matty7w
That's how your poems make me feel
-like I’m a part of it.
I really love that.
Even as a child nature was my church and refuge. It fed my soul.
Thanks for the nourishment of your woods.