J Ann Crowder

Oh, those whimsical movements inside mine imagination’s creations!
 
Dancing with wind piped songs, as I mold it’s sweet rhythmic flow to a river’s spiritual calming, or a tree’s longing whisper to heaven
 
Like a mold glued together by earth’s clay
 
Thus my mind’s array blossomed upon airy springs, sunshine, and a rustic soul’s nourishing mask
 
Earth gave her wings—spell binding songs of ink wells filling opal tapestries with verdant seasons, lulling upon tides reborn

Written May 20th 2018

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Nelson D Reyes
almost 3 years

Mother Nature is only too willing to give us encores of her glorious seasons of dressing down and dressing up, recycling the debris each time for yet more wondrous sights and invigorating scents.

A song rewritten anew, more magical.

Like. Thank you Jenifer.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
almost 3 years

@Nelson D Reyes: Thank you! Love visiting and writing again!

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