
Nature’s Church
Like lichen on river trees
see me grow, following
summer spirit to fall,
through to winter’s wither.
When world relaxes,
you climb above season,
light tendrils blossoming
[your] secret sanctuary.

The Oracle Speaks through
magnetic poetry.

That made me smile, Lisa. A wonderfully written magnetic poem. 👍
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:) thanks!
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You’re most welcome! You always inspire me to write more magnetic poetry. ☺️
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