Oregon Flood

Tiny perfect meadows,

milky dew needles,

mud through toes in shores of chilly streams,

wisps of quiet ballads on the breeze,

roads of dirt to simple silky willows,

maple leaves with hint of tint of autumn,

 

Sunrise sprinting miles in seconds,

from mountain peak to sneakered feet,

morning glimmer through peaks of pine,

waves of egret springing to lissome flight,

fields of reed that stretch, it seems, to coasts,

crisp, brisk gusts of morning on my cheek,

 

flood my soul

and make me feel

as child at dawn of life.

 

 

Reviews

[Aradie Rain]

I love the last verse "Flood my soul, and make me feel as a child at the dawn of life" Its as if you are cleansing your soul and starting anew. Great job, im looking forward to more of your work.
~Aradie

[Thomas Pynk]

This gives off such a peaceful feeling when you read it.
With All Do Respect,
Thomas Pynk