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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
- Summer We Called Home by Vinita Agrawal
- To Vernon Lee poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Юлия Друнина – В голом парке коченеют клёны
- Envoi poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Alternate Destination by Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
- O my Lord by Rabi’a
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Myself
- Not my poem
- Do Not Get Angry
- Solitudes by Satish Verma
- On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns poem – John Keats poems
- A New Broom by Witt Wittmann
- Nanny’s Cow by William Barnes
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).
