summer shift
The days are long,
the nights stretch,
and I whisper
as I walk into the sunset.
My heart has wings,
my soul has dreams,
the forest is my home.
Again.
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All text and photographs are the original work of Kelly LaFleur, unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved. Be kind, don't copy! I can be contacted at mrsmediocrity(at)gmail(dot)comfor my george
May 31st, 2010 at 8:33 am
Beautiful…
May 31st, 2010 at 9:10 am
AWESOME!
all of it!
May 31st, 2010 at 9:35 am
beautiful photo…..and the words to go with it are just amazingly perfect.
May 31st, 2010 at 12:46 pm
I’ve always had a spiritual connection with trees. Thanks for the lovely comments on my Mockingbird post.
May 31st, 2010 at 7:19 pm
That was beautiful.
June 1st, 2010 at 1:46 pm
“My heart has wings / my soul has dreams,”
often i feel like it’s my soul flying around and my heart is left here on earth to dream the dreams that will never come true. this line shifts that thinking into believing that my soul is out flying, making dreams of my heart come true in the world.
such a beautiful poem.
June 1st, 2010 at 2:53 pm
Mmm… your poem is beautiful! I feel Summer is truly here!
🙂
June 2nd, 2010 at 3:35 am
you write so beautifully. i sigh when i read things like this, wishing i too could write.
June 2nd, 2010 at 12:19 pm
Whisper into the sunset and it will always whisper back. 🙂 Love this.
June 3rd, 2010 at 7:31 am
i am so happy reading this .along with the golden photo…elk
June 15th, 2010 at 3:11 pm
A wonderful photo and a beautiful photo!
Love
Bea