High protruding crust exalted above the plains with brown and green gowns
By P. Tottiabout a year ago in Poets
Swaying tree branches leaves delicately rustling a cool-tempered breeze
Curling water breaks revealing at the shoreline tiny shells and stones
Glowing embers rise the flames dance in the darkness radiating warmth
Obstinate blue stone; her streams will not be contained- she will grow and flow.
Midnight blue waters; reflecting glimmers above- my arms wide open.
Soil under my feet; patch of blue forget-me-nots- the wind sways goodbye.
Looking at the lake; becoming one with the sky- resting in blue fog.
Blueberry basket; underneath the willow tree- hands dirty and free.
Indigo kindred; Our souls interconnected- There is no distance.
Blue heavens above; my lover holds me closely- the sound of laughter.
Wisdom lives inside; intuition never lies- Listen to the truth.