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Reflections – dVerse Form for All: Ballads
– Reflections –
Mists hang low in valleys soft
The sun suspended, brings the dawn
Creatures stir, send sighs aloft
Fields jewel-encrusted, sparkle
Nature’s joys in sharp relief
To inner turmoil, loss and pain
My heart it trembles, not with grief
But contentment, long-awaited
I see the beauty through Dad’s eyes
His artist’s gift, perception
My heart it lifts, my own sunrise
His smile in mine reflected.
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This is in honour of my dad, who we lost this summer too soon for Autumn’s mists. He championed Nature in his work, and his art.
Thank you, dVerse for the inspiration. Enjoy many, many more ballads here.
Full Circle – Friday Fictioneers
Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright – John Nixon


