Her bicycle has carried her many miles. She is here now
this sacred place where leaves are falling. She's here now,
settling near my heart. Pan flute notes float mid-air then settle on the path.
Her warmth, a warm summer day; her voice,
a picnic of words; her presence, a gathering of doves.
She ascends now: swirling spokesperson is gone. I love her
comings, her goings. Her bicycle carries her many miles.
Author Bio:
Carol Louise Moon is a Northern California poet published in regional journals, as well as state poetry society journals in three states. She loves working with poetry forms, as well as free verse. She believes she inherited the gift of poetry from her great-grandfather who was both a minister and a poet. She attends several poetry workshops and believes it is the best way to hone the craft. Carol Louise's son writes lyrics for music, as well.
this sacred place where leaves are falling. She's here now,
settling near my heart. Pan flute notes float mid-air then settle on the path.
Her warmth, a warm summer day; her voice,
a picnic of words; her presence, a gathering of doves.
She ascends now: swirling spokesperson is gone. I love her
comings, her goings. Her bicycle carries her many miles.
Author Bio:
Carol Louise Moon is a Northern California poet published in regional journals, as well as state poetry society journals in three states. She loves working with poetry forms, as well as free verse. She believes she inherited the gift of poetry from her great-grandfather who was both a minister and a poet. She attends several poetry workshops and believes it is the best way to hone the craft. Carol Louise's son writes lyrics for music, as well.
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