tiny but lovely…
—-
In the corner of the yard….
neath the quickening shadows…
beyond the berries black…
Lies the place…
That I saw…
And relaxed…
and breathed…
breath after gasping
breath…
air filling my lungs…
my heart…
painting lemony filigrees
on my soul…
til the time comes…
when I can face the world
again..
—-
David L. Whitman 05/04/2012 from under a sky so blue…
Thoughts from the Outdoors 
I really like this poem. The photo fits perfectly. Thanks for sharing!
:). I’m so glad they matched. That’s always my goal:). Thank you so much:)
Resting can really heal the soul.Have a great weekend and enjoy what God paints for you outdoors next.
It certainly can, and I truly look forward to the weekend:). Have a wonderful one, and thank you for stopping by
Nice one, it calls for rest ..looking foward for new photos and poems. Recharge well for the weekend 🙂
Oh you said it:). Have a good weekend:)
yes…. “till the time comes…” powerful pieceDavid, Thank you!
:). Yes til the time comes:). Glad to see you Robyn:)
😉 yes D- starting my day (facing the world as you say) … up till 5:30 am, when I finally gave in to multiple sleeping potions to assist slumber 😦 Thanks for your caring. Your poem was a nice way to start the day.
Sleeping potions. Wouldn’t it be nice if something like that truly existed. I’m happy that the poem gave you a little boost:)))
😉
Finding peace to refill your soul. Breath and breathing. I found myself taking deep breaths and remembering to be still and rejuvinate. Thank you for this. 😉
:)))…Good things for me to remember there:)) thank you sam:)))
Nice to have a place to sit back and take a breath. Nicely expressed.
It’s such a lovely place…Was lying on my stomach
:))) fire 🙂