Lifting Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Lifting
The fog is soaking
up the dull, damp sky
as she twists and turns
in leafless lane,
then seeps with gold
as her mind unfolds
to quiet Novembers
slackened day.
A dampened face
and dampened hand
feel gentle in the golden mist,
a moistened lace
in soft, sweet grace,
the touch
of a natural kiss.
Sally Plumb
Nothing like a kiss of nature........a good pictoral write..........
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5/5/2024 2:39:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fog wheeling my psychic reel … to touch horizon thro’ mist …zero visibility but with vibe … enjoyed smoochsouse …, Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10