palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
If The Liminal Could Be Seen
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence
love the liminal and the words
thanks Beth
Liminal is such an evocative word. As is this poem!
thank you Cecilia
That kionf of light is known as lambent.
oh! Lament – great new word. Thanks!
I love this, Catherine! It touches the soul. 💕
I glad you felt it Susan. ❤️
Oh—liminal, lambent, lament–delicious words. such an evocative connecting image.
SUCH delicious words!