i come from
i come from the far north,
where the wolves howl,
trees stand straight & tall,
and winter snow blankets the earth in silence.
i come from the great lake,
where sturgeon swim in crystal-clear water,
waves tickle the shoreline,
and the horizon stretches to infinity.
i come from the wild,
where dancing streams turn into cascading waterfalls,
bears devour tiny berries,
and autumn blazes a trail across the land like wildfire.
i come from the night,
where the aurora dances,
the milky way beckons,
and the ink-black sky glitters with stars.
The wild (upper peninsula of michigan). my heart. my home.
{sending heart-felt appreciation to the soulful + poetic liz lamoreux for the prompt: i come from. try it!}
It is JOY to see where you come from, Elizabeth… beautiful, beautiful… :o) ((HUGS))
oh my.
can’t find words.
touched.
so very much.
Gorgeous – images and words, both.
Thank you, dear souls. I am so glad you enjoyed it.
This post is magical – just magical. I was thinking as I read it that I have to write one of my own. Then, I saw the wonderful Liz mentioned here. I’m off to enjoy hers, too. Thank you.
I would love to read yours!
p.s. I think Liz mentioned this particular prompt on Twitter, but she often shares her poetry, so she may, in fact have one on her blog somewhere.