Munificence of woods
forestalls growing angst,
imminence of need
Sheltered beneath
a canopy of leaves
I am armoured
paused
peaceful
reflecting
Tomorrow can wait.
(Image my own)
Munificence of woods
forestalls growing angst,
imminence of need
Sheltered beneath
a canopy of leaves
I am armoured
paused
peaceful
reflecting
Tomorrow can wait.
(Image my own)
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Wonderful pairing of image and words, VJ! Thanks for the “schooling” on munificence. I have never heard that word nor known what it meant until now. 🙂 This piece reminds me of my own sentiments about being at peace in nature.
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Thanks Susi! Nature is a balm.
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You’re welcome, VJ! OMG you’ve just inspired a wonderful wacky idea. I’ll send it via email. 🙂
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I love your wacky ideas, lol.
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❤
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Another reminder of this poem -cOne day without my cell phone. That would take some courage on my part.
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Lol.
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I love reading this poem.
Anita
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Thanks Anita!
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Awesome! That seconds stanza is breathtaking!
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Thanks Benjamin
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There is something good about ageing. As we get older time seems to have less relevance. ‘I must go to the store…..’ becomes ‘I’ll put that on the “to do” list’
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So true, David.
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Lovely, VJ, and a beautiful picture, as well.
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Thanks Mitch
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Words and photo, bring the feeling of peace. 💚
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Thanks 😊
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I love “Munificence of woods” (in the poem and in real life).
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Indeed. Thanks!
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Thank you, VJ. I love the poem and the photo. You’re very talented.
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Thanks Susan!
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No truer feeling – and I learned a new word – munificence.
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Thanks 🙏
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You’re welcome.
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There is no tomorrow my dear. ⌛
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Then I’ve nothing to worry about, lol.
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True, that doesn’t help me but give it a shot.
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Lol
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Beautiful poem VJ
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Thanks Sadje
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I’m with you. No better armor anywhere. Awesome write. Thanks.
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Thanks Ron!
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Both the photograph and the poem are lovely. The woods have a way of making one calm- just standing there, still, watching, listening to our thoughts. Enjoyed reading it VJ.
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They really do. Thanks V
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Brilliantly articulated. Reminds me of a line from the book – Walden
What is a course of history or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen?
Such abundant experiences in nature’s company!
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Wonderful quotation. Thanks
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