banner by Cara Hartley / Ornery Owl
As
twilight
creeps up sky,
chill air blankets
our thin coats. Miles of forest path to go…
When
spirits
play their tricks,
misted cobwebs
cling. We claw and stumble along the way.
Our chilled feet finally find, eyes see: home.
Treat of relief;
yes, we sigh,
again
safe.
Triple Tetractys form
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Love this Li :-) awesome poetry! Well done!
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Thank you, Carol Anne :)
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I really enjoyed how this poem took me on a journey.
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Thank you, Maria :)
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There is indeed no place like home. (K)
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<3
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Home is great…but loved the description of the chilled twilight
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:) Thank you. I’m trying to conjure the Halloween spirit with these poems.
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That is a perfect one.
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You’re very kind, Max. Thank you <3
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Beautiful poem my friend
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Thanks much, Sadje :)
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Most welcome 🤗
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I guess forests can be a bit spooky. That said, I love walking through the forest, especially in autumn when the leaves have changed colors.
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At twilight and into dark with wet cobwebs to fight through, not so inviting. In daytime, it is heaven on earth, I agree. Actually meeting up with my kids and granddaughter in an hour to go walk the woods :)
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Nice, enjoy! :-)
The weather in my neck of the woods is a mixed bag today – overcast with rain showers on and off. But tomorrow and Monday looks better. I’m off, so I ain’t complainin’ – isn’t that a song? :-)
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:)
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