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As I walk into the woods, the concert has already begun - the wind lifts its baton to conduct the dance of leaves
I sense the movement, the sway and sigh, as the fingertips of the trees stretch to sing of life
The sun separates from air to become small circles of light flashing down between the leaves - sparkling chimes of green and white
Mottled shapes from sun and shade continue a dance along the floor of this living space that has welcomed me
The soothing sounds around me dampen thoughts of human matters, lending me peace, renewing my soul. 7.15.07 |
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The Concert
July 14th, 2008 · 4 Comments
Tags: Writings
4 responses so far ↓
1 Susan Carlin // Jul 14, 2008 at 9:08 pm
Thank you for the poem, Regina. Just what I needed.
2 Regina // Jul 14, 2008 at 9:20 pm
I’m glad you liked it, Susan. I finally decided to start adding some of my writing to this blog. I enjoy it almost as much as painting, and am amazed when someone else likes it.
3 Jo Castillo // Jul 17, 2008 at 5:11 pm
Regina, this is so lovely and fits perfectly with the painting. Nice work on both….:)
4 Regina // Jul 17, 2008 at 6:31 pm
Thank you, Jo! I wrote the poem a year ago, but really liked how it fit this section of my gate painting..
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