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Love’s Fond Heart

24 Aug

[The Fairy tale of Kathryn from Franklin, NH. She continues to flutter throughout the foothills of the White Mountains and the Lakes Region]

At even-tide,

leaving with last light of dusk,

I watched her silhouette fade

into the dark tree line.

Ferns lean

to mark and soften her path.

Trees in the forest bend their branches

to shed moonlight on the walkway

for an old friend.

She returns

with her straw-basket beaming bright.

Not only for me, but for all she greets.

Sharing evenings shedded 

—morning’s light.

 

*[Edited from original draft]~

 
14 Comments

Posted by on August 24, 2018 in Existential, Love, New Hampshire, New light/New life, Poetry, Zen

 

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14 responses to “Love’s Fond Heart

  1. Brendan

    September 16, 2018 at 5:34 pm

    Such a swoon in the going-in and coming out. Delightful.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    August 28, 2018 at 9:56 am

    I always love the way you put the words together.

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  3. Lona Gynt

    August 27, 2018 at 5:32 pm

    Light… lovely and kind in voice.

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  4. Julian

    August 27, 2018 at 1:50 pm

    For me, such a gentle piece of poetry, almost leaning to flash fiction. Great write and thanks for sharing.

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  5. dsnake1

    August 27, 2018 at 4:45 am

    interesting story.
    is she from local folklore?

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  6. Susan

    August 26, 2018 at 9:12 pm

    I feel I’ve seen natural things lean in to kindness like a halo. How beautiful.

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  7. kanzensakura

    August 26, 2018 at 5:03 pm

    Excellent story! I love the evenings shredded.

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  8. Sherry Marr

    August 26, 2018 at 10:00 am

    This is so lovely to read and to envision. Hope you are well, my friend.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  9. jaerose37

    August 26, 2018 at 9:44 am

    A magical and evocative write

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  10. anmol(alias HA)

    August 26, 2018 at 9:06 am

    Such melancholy in this verse. To return and wander the well-treaded paths create that kind of a mood. I like how you built on it as a legend.
    -HA

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  11. magicalmysticalteacher

    August 26, 2018 at 8:26 am

    How lovely to have a full basket from which you can pick one or two shredded evenings! 😉

    Liked by 1 person

     
  12. teal

    August 25, 2018 at 6:01 pm

    I love this. What an intriguing legend. What’s the backstory on her?

    Liked by 1 person

     
  13. Grace

    August 25, 2018 at 2:49 pm

    I love the story, filled with love and light.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  14. Frank Hubeny

    August 24, 2018 at 9:45 pm

    Nice phrase: “evenings shredded”

    Liked by 1 person

     

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