per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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since it's apparently Poetry Month or something
dream
evcelt
Walking along the straight rail path
In this rain-dappled, cloud-cleansed
Ambient April morning light, I feel
I am following a shining strand of beads.
Most are a varied succession of green-
Jade, peridot, agate, malachite glow
Against the sullen retreating jasper
Of fall and winter's broken sleep.
But here and there, others sparkle-
A flowering tree flames amethyst,
Dogwood flickers moonstone and pearl,
Forsythia adds a gleam of gold.
I am tracing a treasure-line today,
Out from and back to home again,
Walking through wonder and choiring birds.

- 4/22/09

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Thank you for putting a voice to the magic I feel this time of year. :)

Speechless!

Such beautiful imagery transported in words!!

Thank you for sharing!

Love this. Thanks for letting us follow that treasure line with you, if only with words...

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