Mists of SpringA Poem by TrimarcoRansomeWalking though Hampshire countryside at the conception of its dawn, inhaling natures beautiful awakening from her hibernation.Mystical mist covers this earth
carpeting the ground in its magical mirth
Silence hanging in the air of the day to be
languidly lifting its veil to see
beauty in nature laid naked before me
bows to the bowers lifting my soul
spring birthing to winters devoid hole
trees mighty wakening
humbling to the immensity of creation
the earth is arousing its picture of birth
painting its art on canvass of earth
tattooing its omniscient scripture in skin
This mighty awakening has now to begin... © 2013 TrimarcoRansomeReviews
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StatsAuthorTrimarcoRansomeSouthampton, United KingdomAboutBiography .Helen Trimaro-Ransome grew up in the Wiltshire countryside which hugely inspired her many creative talents and has remained working in creative fields during her adult life. After sitting .. more..Writing
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