aroma of pine

Carpe Diem #1676 Troiku Month (5) the aroma of pine

the aroma of pine
and the young morning's fresh rain
reach my words

© Hamish "Managua" Gunn (Taken from "Shinrin Yoku, the art of forest bathing")

the aroma of pine
is just not the same
from a spray can

morn's fresh rain
trickles from the trees
cleanses the mind

reach my words
oh, love of my life
with fiery bliss

© petra domina


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  1. WildChild47June 8, 2019 at 6:45 PM

    I like the humour in this ~ it's refreshing :) lovely comparisons with the textures of the images and the words - this is delightful :)

    (and thanks for visiting - Pat)

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    1. JaniceJune 9, 2019 at 7:47 PM

      Thanks, Pat. Sometimes a bit of humor makes a bit of the day better.

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  2. Yamini MacLeanJune 8, 2019 at 7:54 PM

    Hari OM
    great deconstruction/reconstruction! YAM xx

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    1. JaniceJune 9, 2019 at 7:48 PM

      Thanks, YAM. Felt good to be writing again. namaste, janice xx

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  3. ChèvrefeuilleJuly 6, 2019 at 11:31 AM

    What a joy to read your Troiku Janice. Good to see you again.

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