![]() Nature's NostrumsA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() Of tossing and turning![]() Sometimes when I’m so down
That there is no up Like when you wake in the middle Of the night…and all you can think of Are things that you don’t want to think of. When you wonder why words like Warm, fuzzy, and nice seem lost In the depths of your mind. What I do when this happens (as it seems to do more often of late) Is… I think of Marigolds and Petunias, Hollyhocks and violets. Warm cozy places, Porch swings and kitty cats Barns, hugs, puppies and cinnamon Bubbling brooks, rusty bridges Wind riffled bluegrass atop Kentucky ridges. Dragonflies. Honeybees, misty mornings. And spider webs draped in dew. I wrap myself in these warm fuzzy things And go back to sleep …On gossamer wings… © 2013 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2013 Last Updated on February 9, 2013 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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