nature’s open arms
sympathy for every being
let the tears stream down
~
green and yellow fields
radiant crops of mustard
hug the stalks of love
.
* For Carpe Diem # 277.
nature’s open arms
sympathy for every being
let the tears stream down
~
green and yellow fields
radiant crops of mustard
hug the stalks of love
.
* For Carpe Diem # 277.
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I love the magic fields. There are quite a few around my neighborhood.
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Oh! That must be lovely. 🙂
I ache for this beauty.
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Can feel the magic in every word and the photo just adds to the essence of it all ~ thanks, carol, xo
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Thank you.
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The picture is beautiful as well as the words..nature’s open arms..I do love when nature is welcoming.
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Wow, lovely! I have never seen fields of mustard–quite beautiful!
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They are indeed lovely.
Thanks for reading. 🙂
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I’ve never been a huge poetry fan, mostly because I can never “get” it. I know, I know. What kind of word lover am I? But I do love haiku. Maybe because it is little snippets and my brain processes those easier. I especially love your first part. It goes in line with something that has been on my mind lately, grace, and where has it gone. Good job.
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Radiant crops have a way of bringing joy to the heart!
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This is magic… (but I think it might be rape-seed and not mustard)
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