On travelling to the hills


I missed trees
smelling green
fresh, wet smells
In the crisp,suspended cold
That made me grateful
for warm socks
and toasty toes.



Poetry by Su. G
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Written on 2006-10-26 at 07:27

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Rob Graber
This makes ME want to head for the "crisp, suspended cold" of the hills. Well done!
2006-12-30


Zoya Zaidi
This is so beutiful!
I just love the idea of green smell and toasty toes...
Love, Zoya
2006-10-26