a dull infusion in my mind tattood in my heart like the cool divine as the withering grows and the rain drips ease the nearly forgotten shall grow to trees. and set in the skies are the trees of woe, blanketed in heat; so sheltered below. to discover the skies blue and pure like water reflecting its many modes. blue is its purity, the night skies are its endless depths. to warn of caution, this is the autumn of my mind.
I enjoyed your poem. It made me think of ideas or even new life buried deep in our minds but still a real part of us which blossum with time and make us who we are. Ideas or views that totally become us and grow to fruition as we do. Strength comes from the source of the world or nature surrounding us. This protects and strengthens us to the point feeding our souls as we strive to be the best we can. And as we grow and our thoughts mature we are continually discovering new beginnings, pure thoughts, and new boundaries of our existance. Great poem. I am a lover of nature and trees and God who created them. Keep up the good work. Look forward to reading other poems by you.
thank you so much for your kind words, im glad you were able to connect with what i had to say... much love
