Burgundy Moon

with lightly treading steps
inhaling deep the richness before me
the breath of the trees
fill my lungs with purity

the tinged mist all around
and the reddish-pinkish orb barely there
brown thin tendrils reach to the sky
as if clamoring to hug it

the magic of this night draws me in
the whispers of the woods fill my head
as if begging for a dance under the burgundy moon
mystery and enchantments guide me further in

Reblog – The Sound of Songbirds by Penny Wilson

This piece magically transports me to this beautiful, serene place. Enjoy!

Penny Wilson Writes

To listen 
to my heartbeat 
and feel my lungs 
fill with air. 

To have nothing 
I have to do 
no place 
I'm expected 
to be. 

I want to listen 
to the 
quiet. 

The noise 
of this world 
has grown  

and I cannot endure 
much more. 

I wish to listen
as the stars 
find their path 
across the sky. 

I want to watch 
the morning dew 
dissipate 
with the rise 
of the sun. 

The sound 
of songbirds 
is enough 
for me. 

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

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Welcome Home

A meandering walk through the forest
smoothed the rough edges of the day,
one filled to the brim with the tediousness
of digits and maddening phone calls.

In the backdrop of shrills and chirps,
stress rolls down the spine and away,
deep breaths in bringing ever quicker relief
as fresh air and sunshine cling like a loved ones hug.

Nature’s smells and sounds have a way
of embedding in our bodies, releasing
the tension so tightly packed in us.
Every little bit we are begins to reconnect to Mother.

Surrender

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with unease and tension
come challenged perspectives
a need to smooth the rough edges
of our thoughts
and soothe inflamed minds
distractions welcomed

turn off technology
shut down the fear
escape from that big square
on the wall
or that little screen
in your hand

find some peace
in the beauty of nature
gain some strength
in the power of majesty
breathe in hope
exhale calm

The View

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the bold elegance
of this magnificent sky
it feels so imaginary
and overwhelming
but also a calming haven
in times of agitation
a retreat
when it’s become
all too much
it is a refuge
for my sanity

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Elegance, Sadje’s What do you see #22 &
VJs Weekly Challenge #89 – Imaginary

 

#Whatdoyousee

Solitary World

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dreams of isolation
a cerebral pull
to a secluded island
a craving for solitude

choosing peace
and nature
escaping to freedom
and bliss

white smooth perfection
envelopes my feet
as i walk
to the horizon

pristine water
saturates my pores
cleans my soul
i’m weightless, so calm

carried away
on the whim of the ocean
the loud silence of the waves
pushing me further to tranquility

I own the perfect island.