~walking into the past~
wooded path into Williamsburg
the autumn wood the aster knows,
the empty nest, the wind that grieves,
the sunlight breaking thro' the shade.
the squirrel chattering overhead,
the timid rabbits lighter tread
among the rustling leaves...
dora read goodall
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from the very moment I step onto the broken shell path, the world behind me falls away.
no sounds but for breeze in the trees and sheep in the pasture below.
life moves slowly here
giving way to breathing free, my spirit opens,
hope gathers.
my feet want to fly down the path,
but then I stop and gather it all in ...
savoring
wood smoke trailing from a chimney,
the sound of birds chirping in the berry bushes...
this is where my soul lives.
10 comments:
This is so beautiful - what an excellent writer you are.
Beautiful image dearest friend of mine and everyone of your posts just makes me smile with pure beauty...Luv ya cxxxx
Hello Christine, what evocative words. What is it about this time of year, it is always magical, we talk of our souls, and our more hidden feelings. A shell path how beautiful, I feel it is like the beginning of a story...
Hugs Lynn xx
Good morning Christe' What a lovely way for you to move into autumn after such a beautiful summer. I have always thought also that we need a special place to connect with our soul...
Gayle
This is indeed, lovely, as is your soul, Christine.
Thank you for sharing a bit of both.
Beautiful.
And I like your banner. :-)
Dixie
A joy to read
A joy to read
a beautiful word image.
Dear Christine:
Is that the path from the school to the Governor's palace? We took that at dusk, on our way to an evening of dance at the palace. I adore Williamsburg and immersing myself in the 18th century. You have painted a glorious image of it with words and pictures!
Nina
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