Longings

Short poem

This yearning deep within will not be stilled,

to walk the distant hills and grass filled

fields and mountains high and chilled.

My heart resides beside the pebbled beach

with snowy gulls that swoop so near yet out of reach.

A longing calls my soul to soar and breach

those bounds that keep me from my peace.

 

© Michael D Rosenthal

10 October 2019

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Such beautiful imagery, Michael. The distant hills, the pebbled beach, and the snowy gulls all seem so picturesque. The tranquility here is palpable. Thank you for such a charming read!