If you are from Earth, then we have some common understanding.
You may know about green hills in the spring time.
Aren’t they wonderful?
My view today is from a remote mountain side, where I relish the tall, wet grasses.
At dawn, each blade is tipped with a diamond-dew sparkle.
I sip morning coffee beneath a luxuriant glow of early sunlight.
This is all I have ever wanted: to marvel over Earth beauty.
The late-morning sun melted the sparkles clean off the earth.
There will be more of this tomorrow. We know that.
It is given.
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Blogs I Follow
- POETRY PASSION
- Jerry Brotherton
- The Flyleaf Wordsmith
- Real as the Streets
- Site Title
- Diary of an Aesthete
- Boundless Blessings by Kamal
- Wings Of Poetry
- l i g h t room
- Minal Dalal Co-Creator
- Mauna Sangha
- hedgerow: a journal of small poems
- Sacred Touches
- Sat Sangha Salon
- Writers together