Shades of memories

woke me softly.

The birds were singing,

just beginning

their morning song.


I was surrounded

with measureless love.

You tapped my forehead

ever so lightly.

I heard your words

felt your breath.


I am fine,

please don’t worry.

And like a ghost

filled with light,

you returned to your

fields of gold.


copyright Es-tee Miller


“Love is space and time measured by the heart”… Marcel Proust


About redcontroversy

I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ soul is definitely alive.
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4 Responses to FIELDS OF GOLD

  1. sheilamm says:

    Lovely poem, Estee, and beautiful photo. Happy Thanksgiving: hope we can get together again soon.

  2. Anna Lesniak says:

    Hello Estee,
    I hope this message finds you well. I was wondering if the stunning image “fields of gold” is yours? I would like to use it for my website as I fell in love with it. Kindly let me know if I can and if so, how I can compensate you for it.
    Thank you so much!

    • Hi Anna:
      Thank you for your message.. I had to go back and check and actually look for my watermark and I don’t see it. I wrote this piece sometime ago.This image was taken from a public site with no copyright attached to it.. it is lovely isn’t it?

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