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Wild World

By J Ann Crowder

Autumn left a fragrance of bucolic and pastoral scents—wiles to my imagination’s whimsies, leaving  a soft, tasteless pirr, like a feather’s tingling touch on my skin
 
Honeyfur, cool and crisp, I savored
 
Moonglades swept away my longing heart to golden ripples writing a song
 
Nigh, moonwakes kept their vigilant vows
 
At dusk, newfound senses awoke amidst a psithurism’s silk spun whisperings
 
At dawn, Mother Earth transformed into an ammil of frosted beings
 
Approaching, winter pierced autumn’s farewell as clinkerbells awoke upon snowy blankets of white-dusted woodlands
 
Thus my palace born—wild earth’s changing, magical delights my soul has stolen away
 
To nature, I forever bask in today whilst longing for her next grandest promenade

Written December 29th, 2017. I’m a lover of words and nature. This poem is a representation of both.

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