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
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I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my 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 ~
...my soul is definitely alive.
Lovely poem, Estee, and beautiful photo. Happy Thanksgiving: hope we can get together again soon.
Thank you Sheila…. and Happy Thanksgiving to you as well! Look forward to catching up soon..
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!
Anna.
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?
Cheers,
Estee