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Love and Nature

Love and Nature

The sun’s crimson shine
Sat in the middle of nowhere
Touching the mountaintops

High upon his trotting horse
Not a word did we utter
Gazing under cherry clouds

Temperament and passion mingled
Like a river streaming from heaven
Christening true love
With showers of time and nature

— Barbara Writes, May 09, 2009

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

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deelilah

deelilah

17 years 1 month ago

Hi Barbara

Your sun gilded horse is a fine image. 'Waiting under cherry clouds' I love that line. I can relate as I had 'cotton candy clouds' once. The sunrise/sunset is fun to write about. Are you finished with the school quarter yet--and the exams? I can also relate to this as once upon a time I went to college for about 18 years, a few credits at a time--40 years old when I graduated. What is your major? Always love reading your work. Yours, Dee
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years ago

Dee

thanks for commenting and voting really appreciate. I love writing about the sun and nature, yes i am finish. majoring in computer technology and management. same here taking two classes at a time will be pass 50 when graduated. rough but not giving up. all new to me but want to be effective on line since getting a job is out for me. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

The sun rides the mountain

In the Summer it is the sun that rides the mountain opposite my house in Telemark. At night in Winter it is the moon that rides the ridge, rolling all the way along it. Your hot colourful sun is exciting. In Winter the sun pinks the sky while the snow is purple and the mountain deep blue-black, I can hardly believe my eyes, there in the centre of all this is a tiny ( they call it big!!!) wooden church, lit up with a circle of birch trees protecting it, beautiful too. Such things that move us are the essence of love personified in colours and as you say nature. Unaffected and wisely wonderful. Ann of Norway
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years ago

Ann

glad you enjoyed the poem. thanks for the comment and the beautiful images you express. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

16 years 11 months ago

Mona

Thanks, I appreciate the five stars and comment Glad you like ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara