Poetry Friday: Oriole

Poetry Friday: Oriole

A little haiku for today.  The timing may seem odd as we’re just in Autumn when the little buggers have all flown south for the winter, but the name of the poem was stuck in my head all day so here we go….OrioleA piping whistle Golden flecks delight...

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I drift through the woodsPlain sight path before meA wind echoes along the boughsThrowing coloured leaves to the groundI come to a halt in a clearingClose my arms, take in a breath,And stretch out my arms to feel the forceOf nature around meI feel the energy of the...
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