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The deep dark soil
Gradually turns to mud;
A gentle insistent patter
Right inside the cloud;
Dappled autumn hues
Of bark and leaves
Shades of browns
And intense fading greens;
And the mist-shrouded wood-smoke
Wafting lazily without a breeze;
A solitary bird whistles
A lone car hisses by –
Magical, mystical,
Pleasingly mysterious:
It is. Quietly on its own
Existing as if in a dream;
Yet this is no dreamland.
I am here, I hear, I smell
I taste and see
This cold brown log upon which I write
These thoughts of you
Wishing that we
Could have shared this moment:
Close, speaking softly touching
Making love to you;
Here in this morning
Where we both can dream
Inside the comfort of this cloud,
Lost, together in our own time.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
- Николай Некрасов – Великодушный поступок
- Silver Wedding by Vernon Scannell
- TOELESS JOURNEY by Satish Verma
- Джон Китс – Четыре разных времени в году
- Hex by Rachel McKibbens
- Amoraphobia by Shaunna Harper
- Robert Burns: Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay:
- Огюст Барбье – Кола ди Риенци
- Robert Burns: The Epitaph:
- Busy Heart, The by Rupert Brooke
- Elegy, Imitated From One Of Akenside’s Blank-Verse Inscriptions by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Анатолий Жигулин – Береза
- The missing pen by Ross D Tyler
- “Sadder than lark when lowering” poem – Alfred Austin
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
