The Mist

by Maple Tree   Aug 4, 2013


By the river a tide is forming,
bathing souls of a wild flower
existence.

I bask in puffs of seedling hugs,
purifying within mists of a waterfall
ending.

Dew drops mate within desert iris's
transforming the light I see before me.

All was dark, until I journeyed beyond midnight,
now I feel peace embracing me with open arms.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    So pretty, there's almost a touch of romanticism(the movement) in this poem, the way you describe your surroundings, it makes me feel like I'm stepping into a Faerie's dreamland, so pretty :-)

  • 10 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Very touching i was moved by this piece

  • 10 years ago

    by ashley

    This is amazing
    hope you win or did you i dont know i am new

  • 10 years ago

    by Meme

    Well deserved win :)

  • 10 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Your nature poems will never ever grow old Andrea, they are beautiful even in those few lines! You make a gem out of these words and let the reader see/feel this peace and comfort. Just the image alone of a waterfall is beautiful, so pure... Congrats on the win of course!!

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