October 29, 2013
By jazzyjess PLATINUM, Livingston, New Jersey
jazzyjess PLATINUM, Livingston, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." ~Oscar Wilde

The winding river trickles down a path,
The trees, like colonels, watch recurring scenes.
Returning water etched in veins, a swath
of earth, of sun, in crops of sultry greens.

A patch of searing amber; rays of dunes,
surround the thicket, enveloping all
in hushful tones, inaudible croons.
Ears strain to hear a fleeting sign, a call.

A drifting flight, a vagabond return,
in scores of fowl; a soundless taking-off.
Unfolding wings of ragged use, affirm
the contours tracing lonely nights of soft.

The muffled pulses, soundless reverie,
untouched by man, a nature’s rendezvous.

The author's comments:
A description of quiet in nature.

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