For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #189
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
gathering, able, gaze, breeze, secular, skin,
rattle, plain, scattered, splendor, harvest, bent
Somewhere In Time
They came like leaves scattered on a breeze
that bent scrawny trees and rattled loose
windows.
A plain woman, more secular than spirit
driven, she was able to feel them gathering
just beneath the thin skin of memory.
In this quiet place, she could turn her gaze
inward, to reap the harvest splendor of those
she had loved and been loved by.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/30/14
Soul's Music 
What a beautiful poem, and I love the photo too. An egret, I guess?
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/11/spectrum.html
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This reads much like contemplating life after your own death and the love in her life. Eerily beautiful.
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Reads to me as a love poem – the majesty and mysticism of which is felt in that time and place even by one more secular than typically spiritual
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Elizabeth, you must feel great, having written that wonderful poem.
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That is simply deightful
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Beautiful!
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I love “the harvest splendor of those she had loved and been loved by.”
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Awesome write
Much love…
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Brilliant.
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Loved the quiet place, turning inward…nice tranquil feel to the poem.
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Beautiful! 🙂
Welcome to the Whirl…I tried to leave a comment, but the google account always blocks me. I really enjoyed your words,
Elizabeth
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Back for another read…..I love the image of the “hawk waltzing on the wind” in your comment at my blog. I used to love watching eagles floating on the wind thermals, in Tofino, they could hang suspended for the longest time.
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