A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.
Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.
Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.
Earth To Ash 
I like your poem… it is softly written
I can literally feel it👍
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Thank you very much. I’m glad you like it, and even more glad it moved you. Appreciate the lovely comment. Means a lot. Happy writing!!!
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You’re welcome
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Tender, wistful. Beautiful.
A lovely poem Ash.
Happy I didn’t miss it.
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I’m happy you didn’t either. Have to admit, I feed off your tip of the hats. Reassuring coming from a talent such as yourself. Appreciate your comment bud. Thanks for reading as always.
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Oh, now you’re going to make me blush. Thanks buddy. You are an excellent poet.
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Lovely image Ash. It looks a bit cold though. Still, I wouldn’t mind bundling up, and seeing it in person. Yep! I’d consider it an adventure, and a treat to do so!!!
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