.
.
on a log i sit
in my happy place
inhale the fragrance…
wood smoke and cedar.
.
attend the aria
of the nightingale —
her longing,
each twitter and trill,
writes on my heart.
.
a bird on a branch
me on a log
forever
.
happy place
23 Monday Feb 2015
Posted in Poetry
Dennis Cardiff 
AHH…I can fell it in my lungs already 🙂
ohh that suddenly made me realise,happy place is nowhere but within us 🙂
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Sounds like a wonderful place to lose yourself. I hope it’s real. 🙂
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Home.
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Yes, this is at my summer home, the place I think about all winter.
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I love the companion picture which make the log sitting even more content.
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Nice! Short and sweet!
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I like the simple life. Alone in nature, I am home.
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Lovely.
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This made me smile….nothing like the music of birds. Xx
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I know that place. I found it as a child and forgot it as a man. Now I am needed to become a child again. I am enjoying your work
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I am happiest when I am that child again, alone in the wonder of nature.
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Glad to meet you
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I really like the lines: “her longing writes to my heart” Lovely!
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Thank you so much. We can relate directly with nature, without words, because we are nature.
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You’re most welcome. Writing about nature comes readily; I have identified with it since I was a child.
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This is a very beautiful poem of peace.
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Yes, I am at my most peaceful when I am in nature. Everything makes sense, everything goes on as if I weren’t there. I am just another of nature’s elements, a curiosity sometimes, but not overly interesting.
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