Tracing grooves in ancient oak bark
With tingling fingers, soothed;
Sheltered in the wings of strong silent boughs.
Wooed by whispering tales from distant shores.
Amber acorns break onto fresh fallen crushed leaves
Seeding under misted mosses and musty funghi
Where stories weave.
Cute post ♥
Thank you. 🙂
Wow!!👍 loved the words
Thanks Vivek.
Beautiful LG.. Love that photo.. and your poem brings out the essence of Autumns treasures.. xxx
Thanks very much Sue. Much appreciated! XXX I hope you’ve had a good weekend.
A busy one with our granddaughter xx 😉 Smiles
How lovely. 🙂 🙂 xx
This is mystically beautiful and that photo is breathtaking! (did you take it?)
Thanks Morgan. I always take my own photos. It is often the photo which inspires my poem.