THE SUNDAY MUSE ... and I try to wean myself away from rhyme ...
she hung her spectacles on a branch
and lifted her face to the mist…..
a cool cleansing of worries
sheltered by the tall trees
as if carefree and born anew
a new year, a new beginning
A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
Amazing capture of the image ... rhyme you did not need one little bit.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is gorgeous in rhyme and without it Bev! This jewel is stunning!
ReplyDeletea new way of seeing - very nice Bev
ReplyDeleteThe old year sloughs off and we are born anew. Inspirational p.o.v. in your poem.
ReplyDeleteHappy to start a new year. Though mine started off with a tsunami advisory, lol.
ReplyDeleteMay the new year bring new insight your way.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful new beginning specially when sheltered by the tall trees.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the perfect beginning to the year.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's what I do. Lift my face to the mist and feel the tiny particles on my face.
ReplyDeleteHere's to new beginnings !
ReplyDeleteLuv where the prompt steered you. Wishing you lovely new paths in 22
ReplyDeleteMuch love
as if carefree and born anew
ReplyDeletea new year, a new beginning
How noble to be extending a positive welcome, Bev! Hopefully 'something' should happen to bring us out of the doldrums of 2021!
Hank
"a cool cleansing of worries
ReplyDeletesheltered by the tall trees
as if carefree and born anew"
love the sensation in those lines bev... to be cleansed of worry, nice! bery well said my friend
Mind blowing pic
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