Fern, thou art a fan of feathered
fingers tickling my bare shins,
shhhhh, shhhhh,
I hear you whisper to others–shhhhh,
this is our moment–
there will never be another
exactly like it.
fingers tickling my bare shins,
shhhhh, shhhhh,
I hear you whisper to others–shhhhh,
this is our moment–
there will never be another
exactly like it.
8 comments:
Nice to see you posting again! This captures the deep quiet of a cool green under-forest so wonderfully!
Oh, I like this on a couple of different levels--it's whimsical, sensual, fun, energetic.
Thanks Ladies, and Happy Holidays!
Very soothing, Karen. Each time I'm in the woods I know the experience will be unique.
Merry Christmas to you and your family!
Thanks Dan, and a very Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Beautiful, Karen. New England becomes you.
Love ya...
Bob
Bob, your comment makes me smile - thanks so much for the gift, once again, of your words.
Love you too!
Karen
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