here in Padua
morning sounds reverberate
with my heartbeat
preparing to return home
a gull passes overhead
saying adieu
the sun rises in the fog
coffee pot bubbles
persimmon tree full of birds
just Brynn and I watch them
like the Silk Road
beckoning to the traveller
it’s time to leave
returning home from the east
the mountains call to me
© G.s.k. ‘15
Such lovely, quiet words.
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Thanks J!
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Most welcome–and yes, I did use the ubiquitous “lovely”….
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Knowing it’s time to go home can be a defining moment!
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Yes, I agree. Thanks Carol.
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lovely silky road imagery.
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🙂 thanks!
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Made me think of Shakespeare from the first line. And Yo-Yo Ma and his Silk Road collection. Lovely, start to finish.
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Cool … what an idea! I’ve never heard of Yo-Yo Ma … much google to find out who he is!
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He’s a wonderful cellist and my cello-playing son’s hero.
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I listened to him this morning … he’s really so fantastic, I can understand why he’s your son’s hero!
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On to the shelter of the mountains … after some initial hesitation, some peace. Travel imagery is great here 🙂
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Thanks Paloma … you cannot imagine how my heart soared when I saw the mountains in the sunshine once the trained passed under the tunnel that separates the Padana Valley from Trentino.
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Oh, I can … I can … there’s a lot of comfort in the (smallish) mountains in my own neck of the woods. I was never so glad to see them as when returning from a (difficult) visit to (a very flat part of) Texas once. A sense of comfort!
Glad you’re back 🙂
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Ah … affinity! I’m glad to be back …
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🙂
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Oh, yes, the call to a traveler can be so strong. Re-read multiple times soaking in all of the beauty.
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Thanks Janice … I was born with the wanderlust …
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