| A flowered woods of aspen near, A bluebird, hawk, a sighted deer. Pine trees lent their fragrance sweet, In meadowed site on mountain steep.
A lover's brush of hand to cheek, He touched my heart on timbered peek. The beauty of the day is here. It fills my soul with lessons dear.
Of color, form and precious scent, Heaven's world is freely lent I take it in as best I can. Blessed To share With Loving Man.
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Comments: 5
This sure was a great poem.