Green sea
still, the waves--so tired
my aching feet.

To reach that place of stillness, peace,  I journey far; knowing all the while, that I journey back the way I came.

Cobwebs--
so they shimmer, as nets
of pearls strewn.

A little generic, perhaps. Still, it is beautiful, at least to me.
#love   #peace   #beauty  

How abundant!
roadside jewels, bright
in mornings dew.

#love   #peace   #beauty   #wonder  

Plant grows
as mint--I stoop
but no.

Ridge
gap-grown; root
bare in earth.

Bare stem on
ground upright--on its limb
the flower-plume.

#love   #peace   #joy   #wonder  

Among the trash
wanton strewn
a golden flower.

#love   #peace   #beauty   #consolation  

Tall trees, bare
limbs straight; at their feet
how green the mead!

#love   #peace   #joy   #wonder  

By the roadside
five lone purple flowers
among the clover.

#love   #peace   #beauty  

Old church--
in freshen blooms, standing
a double pine.

 
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