Life in its delicate self
sweet yet so very tender
easily bruised by the things
not quite careful of the flesh
of being.
We gather the colors of thoughts
reds and blues of natural hues
to taste the essence of sun
captured in the seed
joy released drop by drop.
In seasons of cold winds
the basket of goodness overflows
when embraced in remembrance
of days gone by
when summer found toes in sand
and hearts hanging by the clouds above,
the setting of a gorgeous fireball relaxing into sea
and as the balmy air blows through,
the skin felt the humid peace of gentleness
the night falls on a quiet spirit,
I bite into the small moments to taste
the spirit of life.
up or down, it’s all good 🙂
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Kim, you do peace so very well. Peace and serenity. It’s amazing to see take form.
“and hearts hanging by the clouds above,
the setting of a gorgeous fireball relaxing into sea
and as the balmy air blows through,
the skin felt the humid peace of gentleness
the night falls on a quiet spirit,
I bite into the small moments to taste
the spirit of life.”
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You are way too kind! Just beam me up, Scotty! Or is it down…..😎
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You can always come get some…..sister coming this weekend, then friends at end of month…can always squeeze you in you know😀😊
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Delectable! Great images and choice words. Magic…🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓
Makes me a little teeny tiny bit jealous–in a good way of course! 😊
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Beautiful. I especially like the ‘Hearts hanging by the clouds above’ part.
esme upon her Cloud waving away
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All of the above, and then some 🙂 Thanks Jack, hugs to the bear for me too 🙂
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fabulous image, lovely words, great taste ❤
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they’re in season here now, loving them….fragrant and juicy, makes me smile 🙂
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Beautiful poem and photo, Kim. I can’t wait the strawberry season 🙂
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