
Over excited
my dreams roam too far from me
trampling lush heather
Often in springtime
scents of favourite flowers
push back to winter
Walking though the world
hand in hand with nature’s woes
a cool breeze still blows
Privileged to touch
rough, wrinkled bodies of logs
reminds me of life
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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A beautiful piece.
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Thank you very much.
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Dear Anita, such a lovely haiku sequence.
Boots on, we’re right there with you poetically, on a springtime nature ramble, humbly at one with all life on our planet, aware of course that its fragile beauty is ours to protect.
All the very best for 2019.
Take care,
Paul
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Good to hear from you, Paul. Same to you.
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Love the texture. I can almostt feel it.
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Thank you, Elaine.
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A beautiful pieces of Haiku
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Thank you very much.
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