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Cascades of hours spent with you
Golden chantarelles woven through
Our cherished, lush, warm days
Moss cushioned love in a spiralling haze
Gathering blooms laughter
Fire lit chatter every eve after
Knee deep romps, matching red rubber boots
Sweet scents green, sprouted humble roots
Savouring seconds of our lives' entwined
Harvests of nature rewind, rewind
Full, yet craving to reap more it's true
Nature calls, her harvest due
Toppling our hearts, our weeping eyes dream, of
Garnished heavens of life redeemed ~
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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Comments (9)
Gorgeously-penned! 💜'd it!
Beautiful piece!
beautifully woven
Well-wrought! The themes of memory, joy and sorrow, love--as well woven as a neat little basket.
Beautiful poem! I was caught in the RHYTHM of it also. Great job❤️
This was sooo wonderful! Loved it so much!
Your imagery is incredible. I love how you wove nature, memory, and emotion together so seamlessly. Beautiful work!
Anyone you can chanterelle hunt with is a special person sharing a special time and harvesting what makes the heart bloomblovely
This felt like a warm hug and a breath of fresh air. So very lovely :)