Brings to mind images of the Goddess, walking through a sun-dripped and mottled field, her hand brushing lightly against creation and leaving behind memories of Spring gone by.
The birth and dissipation of morning water, which gives life in its short span on earth. What a remarkable appreciation for ecology. Well phrased and delightful, Kate.
I love Dew Drops, Kate. you have a calling for rictameters of meaning that leave a reader so satisfied. I'd try something like "squeezes" to replace that naughty "embraces". Keep 'em coming; they're great.
Kate, your poetry leaves me more than satisfied. I must only disagree with Jim about replacing 'embraces'. There is a picture of nature in love. I wouldn't change a thing. Perhaps if my cousin dislikes the idea of co-authoring a book of Rictameter, you and I could collaborate. It seems we have kindred souls. ;-)
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i love the style