Whispers of Walden

warm orange early morning sun wraps itself around one side of the birch trees who bathe blissfully in it's embrace outside my cabin. Birdsong floats ethereally across the sky and the leaves whisper a soft response. The land is alive and I too. Inner music sings my soul awake and my hearts peels back another …

what is it?

img source My third entry for this weeks Quadrille#28 prompt at The Poets Pub ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spes oritur ut aeterna* Succulent Peonies Rooted In Native Ground Percolating  raindrops in night's  gentle showers Revelations in narcissi's  golden shofar proclamations Intricate networks growing substratum pathways rigorously Naughty garden sprites performing reality's illusion Great spirit pondering renewal's infinite nuance …

spring

img source Kim is our host for tonight's Quadrille#28 Join us in celebrating spring! Just be sure your 44-word poem contains some form of the word spring. hooded yellow trumpets burst forth drops of snow light up the land life wriggles it's way upward thrusting into being sap rising and birdsong celebrating the wheel turns and …