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Clouds of Memories

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.


The almighty red bird,
Always wanting to be heard!
Loudly singing a cheery song,
Early in the morning but not for too long.

As the sun rises silently over the horizon,
The grazing animals are the mighty bison.
Feeding on the prairie grasses,
I spy them through my fancy glasses.

The forest in the distance speaks softly to my soul.
I turn towards the trees and walk the timber of old.
Feeling the embrace of mother earth and father time,
I now know I’m safe and protected with love sublime.

I inhale the fragrance of pine, fir, and evergreens tall.
Their branches sway in the wind as their needles fall.
I thank the universe for mother earth and father time.
I am grateful to the deities for each springtime.

As I’m taken to the past I’m told to lie down. Remember the future, I will be there when the leaves turn brown. Listen to chords of chanting in this woodland space, your memories move on and clouds take their place.


© 2020 Laurie S Novak

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