Countryside view, and
I want you with me.
Yet, it isn’t so, but somehow
I found a
crystal blue pond reflection, and
You.
Sunflowers, abound, yet still
You.
Hum of the open road,
You.
Music – believe me, again
You.
Clouds wrote your name in the shape of feathers,
You.
Wind whispered, you’re not welcome,
and I reach for you.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Thanks for capturing the beauty we often overlook.
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I appreciate you seeing this for the beauty that it is, Dan. I adore how nature causes a simple stirring within. Feels safe there, in spite of what it’s capable of, as crazy as it sounds.
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There is always something in your words that makes me reflect on what a great world we have the privilege of living in… The feeling in your words draws me right into that countryside setting, and I can feel the depth of emotion in every line… so this is what poetry is all about, isn’t it Audacious?!? 🤔 😊. The world seems to echo the ones we long for—and that makes waking up every morning so worth it! ❤️
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Randall, I was just saying how incredibly safe I feel close to nature, in spite of what it’s capable of doing. I think there is truly something to viewing the world in a positive light when it would be so easy to focus on the negative. Thank you for your kind comment. I feel seen by you.
I’ve always been intrigued by the simplicity of nature, especially when considering how our ancestors traveled out of pure desire for a new experience. Its so easy for me to choose the beauty around me. I enjoy sharing it here – and yes, it is exactly what poetry is about, my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire.
Be safe out there!
Hugs! ♡
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City life will get to you.
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Yes, John. Something special about being outdoors. My mind races with opportunities to share the beauty around me with those who appreciate it.
Thank you for reading. ♡
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