I don't understand why my mind drifts to thoughts of you, in the spring when I'm alone in the woods. The dew is on the grass, and the small flowers begin to bud, the petals slippery and wet, glistening in the morning sun. The birds sing their symphonies of praise, and the trees, erect and strong, reach to the waiting sky. The rain shoots down, and I rest.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QuKfYW9Fvk&t=15s
link to my you tube channel where I read from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems. Available on Amazon.
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Oh, I think your mind drifts to thoughts of them when alone in the woods, because that is where you are happiest and contented when there. A good scene captures more than our surroundings, but the memories of joy and happiness our memories collate together as more than just a snapshot.
Maybe exactly what you describe here is the magic key to happiness, with its dew covered grass and bird symphonies perhaps connecting us to the perfect frequency of happiness.
A very enjoyable read.
what an interesting story .. the setting and action are serene and connected with the beauty of the natural world around us but i can't help but feel the memory is a loss ... interesting and begs for "the rest of the story"
E.
Let the wordy poets have their garrulous ways, but to me, the spare delivery says more, and in a more effective fashion. This work is a perfect example. In uniformly brief lines we are given a beautiful picture of a thoughtful moment in the woods. The imagery is very clear, almost making us believe we are there. I'd like to hear it with the right background music.
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
I have a youtube page where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues.
there is little to compare with flowers, trees, birds and bees and with us currently in the midst of a deep freeze, we'd also welcome a change to rain.
A good feeling write
Oh, I think your mind drifts to thoughts of them when alone in the woods, because that is where you are happiest and contented when there. A good scene captures more than our surroundings, but the memories of joy and happiness our memories collate together as more than just a snapshot.
Maybe exactly what you describe here is the magic key to happiness, with its dew covered grass and bird symphonies perhaps connecting us to the perfect frequency of happiness.
A very enjoyable read.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..