
lonely rustle
earthy-smokey wind-singe
flick and flash,
lantern-light over discarded
pumpkin grins
glimpses of red-rich,
berry polka-dots,
full-stop, year stitched
crispy-rattle,
raspy-golden, jeweled
bits that linger, forgotten
in deep sea, blue-black
velvety bracken
birch, bold-brilliant
white-of-hope against greyed-gloom
of shadow-y woodlands, inky
month of all ‘v’s
months, fly straight and true
cawing into my heart
claw the blackness back,
coldness and grim gone
goodness to start anew
close soul-listening
strikes bits of joy
deep-dive within
rustle of faith flames
up once warm again
~ A.M. Pine
Reads like a pictorial collage in words ☺️
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Thanks! ☺️ ♥️
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All the perfect words ~ beautiful!
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Thank you so much! So kind! ♥️
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You paint a lovely scene. I feel like I am there.
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Thank you! 🥹♥️
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You’re welcome, Amy.
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