Wander barefoot with me down this freckled forest path...
Mind you...watch your step,and keep careful watch...
For it's somewhere along here. I know it. Barely visible in this ancient underbrush...
There is a red wooden door, with an open heart.
Where did it come from? I don't know...
It has stood strong and tall for years...and yet hangs from no hinge.
Long battered by the weather, it still has a warm welcome for all who find it, and cross it's threshold.
And once through...what will you see? Well, let me just say...magic abounds.
The sun shines in a technicolor blaze...
Toadstools tower, and you'll hear a butterfly's song.
Daisies stretch up and tickle you...
Poetry lilts on every breeze.
Around a surprise bend we shall find...
An open meadow filled with flowers of colours you have never seen.
Giant, velvety bumblebees cheekily buzz to be stroked.
And here we will lie down among the blossoms to take all the wonder in...
and marvel at the sky.
The clouds take the shapes of our hopes and dreams...
As the words leave our lips.
We revel in this moment...knowing we will soon move into the next...
Which finds us walking home with dusk at our backs.
The forest turning in for the night...
And us full of joy and shared wonder...
Wishing you a wonder-full weekend. :)
xoxo
10 comments:
sigh ... this is pure poetry, so beautiful and i can see it all and i simply adore ADORE this line, "Giant, velvety bumblebees cheekily buzz to be stroked." *swoon
i want to go through the red door :)
Oh how I wish to go through that enchanting door as well! This reminds me of the Secret Garden, one of my most favourite childhood stories.
Thank you for bringing such wonder to me this evening as I get ready to fall into the pillows and dream of faraway places.
xo
From your writing I am expecting to find fairies having a tea party on the other door, how beautiful! Thanks for the addition to magick to my weekend. I hope you have your own reading nook soon!
Beautiful, powerful imagery in your writing.
I too, want to go through the red door.
xo
Oh, my heart is drunk on the beauty of your words.
I want to meet you there on the forest floor where we can lay in moss covered softness and quietly await the wood nymphs...
I am off to seek the magical red door!
love you... have a glorious summer weekend.
xoxo
oh lovely~thank you!
i love the idea of secret doors in gardens, makes me think of 'the secret garden' too!
What a wonderful moment spent visiting with you. Are you enjoying the weekend? Hope so.
Bright Blessings
i want to go through
the red door too.
:)
beautiful,
just beautiful.
mccabe x
"The clouds take the shape of our hopes & dreams . . ."
That is a gorgeous bit of wordsmithing.
I may have to print out this little bit of poetry & keep it next to my bed, to insure wonderful dreams.
:) Debi
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