Misty Meadow
Walking home on a cool Summer's night at 10pm, with the mist pouring over the hills and down into the valley where the ranch meadows lay at the lake's edge. A p...
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Walking home on a cool Summer's night at 10pm, with the mist pouring over the hills and down into the valley where the ranch meadows lay at the lake's edge. A poem arrived.
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I emerged from the forest and
encountered at its fringe,
a voiceless, embracing mist.
I could not have imagined, nor better yet created
such a beautiful scene as this.
The quickened quietude gentled my mind
as silence softly fell,
And I understood that this treasured Earth
perhaps might be Heaven, as well."
Skye Ryan-Evans ©
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<center&bt;<b&bt;"God's Meadow<-b&bt;
I emerged from the forest and
encountered at its fringe,
a voiceless, embracing mist.
I could not have imagined, nor better yet created
such a beautiful scene as this.
The quickened quietude gentled my mind
as silence softly fell,
And I understood that this treasured Earth
perhaps might be Heaven, as well."
Skye Ryan-Evans ©
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