To that December
I’ll always go back
to place my feet
in your snowy tracks
( to remember every crunch :
crushed cold white sugar
on a fruits of our devotion ).
Love,
don’t you remember?
That glass of soft red
last of autumn sunset
when the trees were lit
and time was drunk,
and plum splashed across my soul.
Where again ( and again )
I’ll be lost in your earth
where the words of my heart
will unfold
and unfold.
Beautiful poem, Katy….”plum splashed across my soul” ✨
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Thank you so much, Navin 😊 I built the poem around that line! I’m glad it was a highlight for you 💜
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You’re welcome, Katy. It sure was the highlight the moment I read this beautiful poem 💜
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Hello dear Katy. Beautiful photos and wonderful words. Thank you.
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Thank you, John 😊 Always grateful for your kind words of encouragement. Glad you liked this one!
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I did enjoy dear Katy and you are welcome.
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The pictures you put compliment your poem perfectly!
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Thank you so much, Crystal 🥰 I appreciate your reading and thoughtful comment. So glad you enjoyed this piece!
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“and time was drunk,” Cool!
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Glad you enjoyed that line, Bartholomew 😊 I figured something had to be drunk if the theme was wine, ha!
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Truly and deeply beautiful.
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Thank you so much, Nico ♥️
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😊🌏
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A beautiful love song! I especially like your description of snow like ‘crushed cold white sugar’ – so evocative!
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Thank you so much, Ingrid. I appreciate your encouragement and always admire your beautiful work ♥️
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Beautiful Katy, loved it through and through. You paint a gorgeous picture and the rhythm and the flow of your words is lovely beyond compare. Great work! Greetings from Europe, where it is cold already…enjoy that paradise of tropical beauty!
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Thank you, Francisco. So grateful for your reading and thoughtful comments 🥰 Glad you enjoyed this piece!
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My pleasure Katy 😊
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Beautifully done!
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Thank you so much, Tiffany 😊 I really appreciate your reading and comment.
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“to place my feet
in your snowy tracks
( to remember every crunch :
crushed cold white sugar”
This is really great and vivid sight and sound imagery and brings back a few memories for me also!! As someone else here said, the photography is perfect with the poem.
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Thank you so much, Lia! I am so glad you enjoyed this piece. I had a lot of fun with those lines in particular ☺️ Grateful for your reading and thoughtful comment! 💗
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❤️🌹❤️
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🥰♥️
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I love the images within your poem, the photographs are also lovely💖
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This is such a lovely tribute to Mother Nature, or that is my take on this gorgeous poem. I love these words dear Katy,
“That glass of soft red
last of autumn sunset
when the trees were lit
and time was drunk,
and plum splashed across my soul.”
Your photographs are also beautiful. Lovely work my friend.
Be blessed. Sending much love. 🤗💕❤️
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Katy, How wonderful to be having a love affair with Nature..and find the words to express that so vividly..I can see how you built your poem around the line, ” and plum splashed across my soul.” It’s one of those perfect lines, that calls out to be part of a poem:) When one of those comes to me, I have to sit down, write it and see what else my muse is feeling:) Your poetry has that beautiful balance between imagery and emotion “Where again (and again: ) your personal feelings mix so well with the crunching snow, the plum and red you so well describe. The photos, as always are perfect:) Lovely transporting poetry once again…:)🌺🌸💐
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