I walk the quiet trails
To ‘get lost’ with my thoughts.
I have solitary conversations
With my inner self, Jim,
My grandparents, and Our Creator.
I bare my innermost thoughts
Fears and dreams.
I cry.
A salty trail on my cheek
Evidence of my silent tears.
I look up.
Through the leaves,
The dappled light dances.
In the quietness
I listen.
I hear/feel the whispering
Of the breeze on my skin.
An inner warmth spreads within
As I listen to the
Whispers of my soul.
ยฉlindafedroff_october24,2017
Love, love, love this! Beautiful. ๐๐
Thanks SOB!!! ๐๐๐๐
You’re welcome. ๐
Nature is the healer. It listens.
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You have such a beautiful routine that really feed your soul. How does that translate over at the widows’ group? They could sure benefit from some suggestions.
I believe it helps C…I hope so anyway. โค
Beautiful poem, Linda ๐
Thank you Raili โคโค๐๐