Excellent Poem 22 Seasons of Change : Seasons of the Mind - III by JLR Artwork by MoonWillow at FanArtReview.com

Seasons of the Mind             III   As I trekked along the winding trail, the final call of the nightingale has caused my busy mind to still and slowed my stride along the hill.   The air of Spring is crisp and clear. I realize that morning’s here. The sunlight rays project aloft with hues of azure and bloodstone soft.   This moment I become aware of a musty smell upon the air. It’s nectar from dew upon wet Earth, which shimmers too on flowering birth.   I hope there’s never a time of year when I would fear appearing here— a place where I feel closest to God who looks upon the sod I’ve trod.     Author Notes Poem 22 NaPoWriMo Rhyming quatrains thanks for the use of Tis Spring in Them Thar Hills by MoonWillow on FanArtReview.com

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