Saturday, October 17, 2009

a country hayride
under blankets of wool
and night sky-
seeing a million stars,
some for the very first time

12 comments:

  1. I just love this time of year and hayrides are so much fun!!Very good Kristin :)

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  2. Very nice, Kristin :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  3. ___Thank you! A fine thought, Kristin, and of it... came this. _m

    snow fall
    in this street light
    star drifts

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  4. Lovely little poem, Kristin.
    I feel like I am right there with you.

    Margie:)

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  5. Thank you to ALL for you comments. :)
    Magyar...your poem is just lovely.

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  6. Oh how I love this, if I close my eyes, I can see it, and part of me is there...I don't want to come back

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  7. Aww..thanks Lorraine. I love it when I read something and it "takes me away"...it really thrills me that something I wrote did that for you. :)

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  8. Love this one Kristin - I always looks at the stars when they show themselves.

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  9. To find the first times in an ordinary thing - this is the artist's fortune. You did it.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  10. Ralf and Ashi...thank you so much for your kind comments. I'm so glad you enjoyed this one.

    Sincerely,
    Kristin

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