Through The Mist Of Time

By skinner_jennifer
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Recalling in moments of silence
the clarity of nature's balance...
where rhythms most fragile are
born in spring,
deep rooted in time, repeated
miracles curious for summer
feast, describing symbols that
lure me to the past.
Set my imagination to the sky,
pondering birds...their hunger
instincts beneath folds of grass,
garden's promise of sustenance.
Bees have taken flight, quivering
wings have flirted with blossom,
regardless of bitter winds, with no
respite – Queen their saving grace.
My location in simplicity traces path
where motivation gives thought to new
ideas – yet old aspirations through mist
of time always return.
Written 26/04/2026
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Jenny, I'm so very sorry to
Jenny, I'm so very sorry to hear your news. Sending you a very big hug and thinking of you, as I'm sure we all are xxx
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We care about you SO MUCH.
We care about you SO MUCH.
LOTS OF LOVE
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I almost missed the Mist of Time
Lovely words Jenny. The golden cherries and the wee green book are well deserved.
I’m sorry I’ve only just seen this but I’m glad you’ve been able to find the strength and inspiration to write. It’s amazing what silent moments in springtime can bring out in us.
Turlough
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I enjoyed this lovely
I enjoyed this lovely descriptive poem, Jenny, ah the bees and blossom !!!
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