within the hour, sun will slip
below trees’ ruffled edge
and froggy songs exuberant
hold court on center stage.
woods and lake commune in joy
as day’s light softly fades
through oaken leaves reflected there
in still water’s patient gaze.
paradise exacts a price
its beauty never owned
only borrowed for the briefest time
when evening light turns gold.
peace, people.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Beautiful
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OK I want to point out my favorite line but the whole poem is stunning. I do love the concept of the earth’s beauty being borrowed. Encourages me to savor it while I can.
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Thank you so much!
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