Breathing In

 

 

Atop a lonely hill

The flowing streams balsam, soothing rhythms

Play peacefully without a care

While the summer’s sun

Shines its bright inhabitant in the air

 

The fragrance of the lavender

And the circled leaves of green

Are the wreaths of heavenly flowers

Unconcealed by bird and bee of wing

 

Oh the happy she

Who flows free without care

Whilst’ so contented

Absorbing the fresh, season's air

While lying in the summer’s green

Breathing in its virgin, languid ether

Till’ the slow dropping veil of eve

Sweeps down without a care

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Reviews

[Thomas Emile Vaughen]

This poem is sublime, perfect... I wouldn't change a single thing about it to be truthful. You've created such an idyllic scene. I felt so immersed in the image you created that I almost smelt the scents you described, the fresh air, etc. Impressive work!

[LeeLee Ryder]

This flows ever so gently over the mind like a breath of fresh air...
Very lyrical, graceful, calming and uplifting poetry .. A pleasure to
read on a Monday morn. thanks for sharing, Ladee!
LLR