Adventures Across the Barricades

adventures approaching and across the mysterious barricades


pine nest

Posted on April 26, 2012 at 9:45 AM

a warm sip

a cool breeze,

the sight of you

through willow trees,


play life-harp melodies

in the orchestra

of my heart.

a soft couch,

a gentle rain,

your soothing voice

to ease the pain.

when time weary

days give in to

time anxious nights,

and free-winging birds

take casual flight,

i sink into 

my bed of pine

and forest leaves

and watch.

and see the 

whiring world come near

and by,

and near again.

these are the days,

the days of pine-scented


the days of belief,

of truth,

of happiness.

if you can find

a mountaintop


place a nice mat,

and then dance.

dv 4/12

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Reply rosamund23
8:57 PM on July 31, 2012 
Are those wolverines? That is one of my primary totems. I like this poem very much. It is organic, part of the earth. :)