long lines

I can only bow back at you tonight ... your words are just beautiful .. and I have favourite lines i am too short on words, a poet buried too deep in the center of a lavender light and the whippoorwill’s call, between the scent of Bavarian pine and shadows moving on the Rhine I still wait for my Heron to open the sky and let the long lines of separation draw to a close. Love and hugs Jayne x x

aye aye aye aye aye Anna, Anna!... this is exceptional (how unusual... she says in awe! & with eyes skyward... totally in keeping with your amazing skill as a poet of course!)... Ahhh but wonderful... enough to make me weep you incredible woman. How glad I am to be able to read from you now & then, I wish it were more often. You are an inspiration my soul sister (me being the totally besotted one longing for the grace & skill you so consistently display... sigh!). These words, in particular, drag my heart from it's comfortable nest & ring through it like a bright sunrise shocking the eyes of an emerging sleepihead: alas i am too short on words, a poet buried too deep in the center of a lavender light and the whippoorwill’s call, A delicious treat (as you always provide), please take my vote & stars it seems barely enough. xx Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

like this one. makes me think of one. love when that connection happens. the heron the owl and the butterfly, all alight and hear the cry, the call... (though that isn't the one i'm thinking of, just a momentary thought for you) :)

I find I have the favorite lines as Jayne's. But I have an affinity for swans, especially black ones. Your writing is once again sublime. You blow me away. Always, Cat

Always and ever weaving magic with your pen. A very soulful write. Love Lyz. XX