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The deep dark soil
Gradually turns to mud;
A gentle insistent patter
Right inside the cloud;
Dappled autumn hues
Of bark and leaves
Shades of browns
And intense fading greens;
And the mist-shrouded wood-smoke
Wafting lazily without a breeze;
A solitary bird whistles
A lone car hisses by –
Magical, mystical,
Pleasingly mysterious:
It is. Quietly on its own
Existing as if in a dream;
Yet this is no dreamland.
I am here, I hear, I smell
I taste and see
This cold brown log upon which I write
These thoughts of you
Wishing that we
Could have shared this moment:
Close, speaking softly touching
Making love to you;
Here in this morning
Where we both can dream
Inside the comfort of this cloud,
Lost, together in our own time.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- And their feet move by Sappho
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
- A Memory Of Youth by William Butler Yeats
- Mother’s Day, 1993 by Todd H. C. Fischer
- Charity thou art a lie, by Stephen Crane
- Stepping Backward
- Алексей Жемчужников – Знакомая картина
- From Marinero en tierra by Rafael Alberti
- Everymaid by John Oxenham
- Владимир Высоцкий – Странные скачки
- Benediction by Rabindranath Tagore
- Soliloquy In A Tub poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- Olney Hymn 63: Not Of Works by William Cowper
- A seed’s destiny by Neelam Sinha
- The Hawk by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
