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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Mountain Bouquets
















Strolling along a mountain road,
breathing in the cool air,
viewing the splendid sights,
layed out before me without a care.
Continuing on my journey,
I come across two beautiful bouquets,
propped by rocks at mountain's top.
Who are they for, what are they for,
who left them here?
I ponder on this, snapping a shot.
So fresh, so lovely, so beautiful,
crisp petals and vivid color.
I am perplexed by this sight,
standing alone, on mountains edge.
Turning to leave, I look back,
deciding these flowers
were here for me instead.

10 comments:

  1. hate finding bouquets makes me sad thinking they are left in memory of someone ...but loved your poem thank you x

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  2. yes they probably were...love retreating to the woods i find solace there...and tell me what piece did you read the other night?

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  3. Drink in the world, and let it stir the soul...each sight is for that soul that witnessed it. Hopefully I'll see some of that beauty shortly, as I myself step out into the mountains...

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  4. Fantastic! You never know what gifts await when your eyes are open to see. Bravo, Poet! Enjoyed the mountain stroll

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  5. So much beauty when we take the time to notice, lovely!

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