Spainsh Moss
Clinging to branches among the oaks
Timeless observer of time’s passing
You sway through breezes and revolutions
Directing humanity’s passage
As if orchestrating a divine symphony
With nothing but a wisp connecting you
To the lofty vantage from which you observe
Coy and unaffected
Your slight presence fans our dreams
As a winter wind stirs the smoldering fire
Little more than air feeds you
A hint of sea salt to spice your tasting
Of our adventures and chaos
You remain, lingering luscious
As the memory of a lover’s sigh
Eternally upon us
Labels: blogging, emotion, family, poetry, spirituality, travel, word play
posted by Kim Williams at
9:02 PM
4 Comments:
This one sounds familiar to me.. Have you posted it before?
yes. tonight i felt like a repost. good memory.
I remember this one from before as well. I love the imagery and the words you used to describe spanish moss - sway, clinging, wisp, luscious. Romantic and maybe a little sad.
beautiful poem Kim, you have a way with words. great consonance, it sounds best when read aloud.
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