some days fold joyfully
full of promise
like moonglow over the hills
welcoming tumbling stars
to bowing grasses
blowing in the night breeze
some days carry songs
ancient and true
through branches reaching
for warm sun’s enfolding grace
breaking breath and heart
with hopeful melody
The Word Rummager 
Powerful imagery here, a great poem and I enjoyed the feeling it gave me
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Thanks so much!
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I had the same reaction as Richard, very nice!
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