I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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9 October 2011

Soft Morning

Soft morning 
fresh from rain
the birds just beginning — 
and I walk out again
one childhood morning
from The Orchard House

my grandparents’ house
in Spreyton, Tasmania
early after rain
when the air
had just this light
this scent. 
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4 comments:

  1. Kevin Routh9 October 2011 at 11:28

    Beautiful! I felt like I was there. I love that scent.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade9 October 2011 at 15:11

    Thank you krouth; I'm glad to have reminded you of it.

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  3. Rosaria Williams10 October 2011 at 02:59

    Tasmania? Literally? I never knew anyone from Tasmania! Do tell...

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade10 October 2011 at 09:56

    Rosaria, my reply to you became so long that I have moved it over to my SnakyPoet blog, here.

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