Across the path Is a soft hillside Under the warm sunlight Come while the afternoon escapes Come live the life of a poet Grassy pillows, Air that whispers quiet, As the river flows away Bubbling creativity Flowers grow tall, Form shade For toes that get too hot Come across the path To the hidden world
Last day of my 30 days of poetry pledge! I hope you all have enjoyed reading them. For the last day I wanted something peaceful, beautiful even. I have followed this path to the hidden world many a time and now I find myself sitting at it's entrance. I have began writing again and it is wonderful. I'm just trying to decide what to do with it, where to go from here. I could stay in the this world forever.
If you find yourself interested, don't forget I have the online writer's circle going on now. Tomorrow I will put out the 2nd exercise. Enjoy the beautiful sunlight out there.