A yearning
as sirens of
autumn’s breath
whisper words
of anticipation.
A rhythmic contralto
an echo to the soul
a welcomed unrest
as the valley chants
its familiar tune.
Mesmerized
is she as gleams
of heaven incensed
unveil a sight divine.
A prelude
as skies yield to
nature’s command–
a foretaste of the
promised cleansing
of her deliverance.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
Hi and thanks for your support. And for the natural Talent revealing herein Nature.
Excellent sentiments.
Thanks for reading 🙂
Food for the Soul!
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great and lovely….
Thank you 🙂
The word selection, tempo, and tenderness of your poem are divine. Thank you for sharing. Brian
Thank you for reading, Brian. 🙂
Great poem.
Thanks 🙂
Beautiful.
Thanks 🙂
Lovely poem dear.
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BY FOR NOW
Thank you 🙂
God Bless!!
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Dear Dr. Phoebe,
Your line, “an echo to the soul,” is such a beautiful concept. It is a gentle reminder that God does not always speak directly to our soul. Rather, God uses “the echo” of his voice, in the echo of a friend or loved one. Beautiful poem.
Sincerely,
Richard
Well said, Richard! 🙂
Beautifully written! Bravo!!
Thank you! 🙂
Really beautiful!
Thank you! 🙂
Link to my poem Storm : https://wp.me/p73yZZ-3Wy
Beautifully done. Couple of years back I had written a poem titled Storm but on a completely different subject – school shooting.
Your poem is poignant and heartrending.
Thank you.
The art and words, a perfect pairing, both beautiful. 🙏🌹
Thank you 😉
Absolutely beautiful. So well done!
Thanks so much! 🙂
My pleasure!