The morning settles lightly on my shoulders,
As sheerest silk, it drapes across my neck:
A trail of matted leaves that faintest molders
Amid the sweet’ning flowers past the deck
The breeze, with its caresses, wants to cheer me,
The sun is holding back, with shy regard –
And though you’re far away, I feel you near me,
Across these woods, through time and your back yard
The only sounds of birds (and they’re disjointed)
My breathing louder as I take the hills;
In solitude and wonder I’m anointed
As every pore of me with morning fills
I know that Spring’s illusion has to fade
For permanence, in this life, we’re not made
To share is human:
I loved this photograph and your words made me float into that world.
Thank you – I couldn’t get a higher compliment. – Owen
You’re very welcome 🙂
It’s a nice feeling — that of someone far being near.
It really is.