Walking in late afternoon shadows I see the Sun’s golden rays shooting arrows through heavily laden boughs of lush green foliage Streaking Laser beams Piercing the forest floor Spanish moss hanging in dreadlocks on ancient oaks mysterious and beckoning The light and dark playing tricks with the eyes as I am lured by the beauty Exquisite Stunning in its glimmering glory
I like the way I can follow your gaze from one wonderful image to the next.
Thanks Bjorn. The list worked!!! 🙂
I particularly love your Spanish moss hanging like dreadlocks.
Thanks Judy 🙂
Yeah nature really is inspiring
Your imagery took me there Christine! And love that light in your pic 🙂
Thanks Kate 🙂
my pleasure 🙂
“Spanish moss hanging like dreadlocks” … what a brilliant analogy! A pleasing-to-the-ear poem!
Thank you so much Beverly. I really appreciate it 🙂
A poem I can read and feel, stirs my heart.
That makes me so happy to hear Paul ☺️ Thank you!
Glorious imagery… may our stars keep shining…..
Thank you so much Ivor 🙂💕
That was a lovely word picture that you drew, Christine. I understand why you love it so well.
Thank you Tracy. It means a lot. 🙂💕
You’re very welcome.
Very nice! Exquisite beauty captures all who will stop and smell the flowers!
That is so true Dwight 🙂 Thank you very much
I like this kind of light
Thanks Ali. I always found it magical 🙂💕
I like your description of moss as “dreadlocks”.
Thanks so much Fran. That’s what they remind me of when I see them!
You had me at /Spanish moss hanging in dreadlocks/. Tis lovely, and the listing fades into the poem, and does not call attention to itself; cool.
Thank you so much Glenn. I really appreciate it! I enjoyed working with a list too 🙂👍
Thanks Sadje 🥰
A pleasure 🙏