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wide eyed owl sits light
on an ancient platform of
oak and sometimes hootsii
foal looks into the
blind eye of an old mare and
thereby knows her depthsiii
blackbird sings for to
call his love who will bring to
birth his future songsiv
bluebells about the
skirt of the hill invite quiet
delight and picnicv
dappled sunlight golden
gladdens the heart of one who
came to it downcastvi
forget-me-not’s call
to minds fractured by life’s cares
is soul’s light withinvii
silk eared labrador
bounds ahead as though present
she already lives thereviii
haughty cat sits on
warmed stone garden wall and is
secretly smilingix
timid orb eyed – tail
quivering beneath beech leaves
slowly awakeningx
man beckoned forth to
nature encounters deep joy
amongst earth’s gloriesSRM
Magical…xx
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Thank you, dear Mimi, for this and for your recent lovely note. Lots of love xx
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Pure beauty in words. Much love, Louise
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I love this, Simon! I commune with an owl here on many quiet mornings. The wisdom of the ages flows through each exhalation…. Sending big, big hugs… xoxox, l
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