Friday, July 19, 2013

Quiet Neighbors

They stand inside the terrace rim
he, six feet two, alert
she, at his side, close to him
in a quaint hoop skirt

They never talk, laugh or sigh
they never even stir
until the wind comes running by
then he sings to her

The rain to them is anodyne
they welcome snow and dew
he, the lusty Douglas pine
she, the feathery yew.

21 comments:

  1. two trees...smiles...nice reveal in the end...love that the wind makes him sing for her...great capture margie....

    hope you have a wonderful weekend

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  2. Oh what a nice surprise two trees
    an absolute gorgeous poem

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  3. Oh what a nice surprise two trees
    an absolute gorgeous poem

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  4. I loved this so Margie - such a perfect picture you painted and revealed, that after all is what poetry is all about - you are a pure artist! x

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  5. Oh ANGEL,this one I will read over and over, it's magical, I love trees so much, every word is special, like you

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  6. LOVE the feel and the envisioned commune ... indeed a delight.

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  7. beautifully written, you radiate peace :)

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  8. A bit of mystery...then the lovely vision..beautiful!

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  9. A lean but strong poem that reaches the heart, Margie!

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  10. magical angel xxx this makes me feel alive

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  11. Oh how lovely a poem this is, as it captures the blessings of nature around us.
    Love Gail
    peace.....

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  12. Oh, this was lyrical and magical, Margie. I loved it! Perfect!

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  13. what a beautiful piece...loved it - many thanks for dropping by my place and for your kind words...please come again soon - best wishes - jenean

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  14. Such a sweet poem! Great writing!

    Blessings and Bear hugs!
    Bears Noting
    Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)

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  15. Thank you all for the visits and kind words.
    I will reply to all of you when I have more time.

    Love
    Margie

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  16. This is charming! I need to come back later and read more of your poetry. I love it.

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  17. The roots of your wisdom are deep my friend.

    Goodlife

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bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

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