Returning

as a child
through woodland wandered
touched the roots
with gentle feet
heard the rumble
wisdom ancient
patience
tapping
riches
deep

grown I walk
through concrete wasteland
trip on cracks
with tired toes
hear the grumbles
people modern
hurried
rushing
vacant
flows

return me now
to verdant fields
surrounding me
the soft wind thrills
heaven pressed
the air’s alluring
nature
soothing
my soul
stills

~

Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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40 thoughts on “Returning

  1. Really love this! Touches my heart and soul! ” vacant flows ” allows for so much personal interpretation and something to meditate on. All true and it is a wonderful prayer in such a time for our hurting world. Thank you so much for sharing your gifts!

    1. Thank you so much, Rick! That means a lot to me. I have special places in my heart that I return to when I need refilling…This is one of them. Have a beautiful day!

      1. You always seem to accomplish that goal with everything you write! Even if my political views don’t run as deeply as yours do, I still can appreciate the quality of your work…

        🙂

  2. Reblogged this on TANYA CLIFF and commented:

    The air in my corner of the world is crisp with an autumn chill, and the leaves are just starting to turn. I am escaping outside to enjoy it, returning to a favorite place…

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