Saturday, September 7, 2019

North of Nod

North of Nod, there is a place where tall pines whisper.

If you listen closely, you can hear their secrets....secrets from many yesterdays ago, and secrets your heart does not yet know.


It is a place where the stars caress the lake and the moonlight dances with the water.

It is a place of paradoxes.

Time moves slower, then so achingly quick that you cannot account for the minutes, let alone the hours or days, behind you.

It is a place where things end,


...and where they begin.


Here age is worn regally


...and youth lingers longer than the seasons.


It is a place where the tall pines whisper and my soul listens.




9 comments:

Dicky Bird said...

B E U tiful!

Saundra said...

Quite a poet, you are!

Ms Peppercorn said...

Oh what a gift you give to us mere mortals. Thank you Robin.

Farm Girl said...

That is so beautiful Robin! I hope you had a lovely summer. I hope your fall is equally lovely.

Rugs and Pugs said...

You have such a way with words.
I've been meaning to email you to see if you'd fallen off the face of Nod, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions!
xoxo
Lauren

marly said...

Sounds like a peaceful place I would love to be in. Until the snow comes. Beautiful post Robin, hope you appear again soon!

Winnie said...

Sweet, sweet poetry setting us all up for Fall!! I love those photos of your area too and the wild birds are gorgeous in their daily pursuits. Thank-you Robin and it is aways great to hear from you in the land of Nod!

Constance said...

How absolutely beautiful, thank you so much I definitely needed a reminder that there are still beautiful places in this world.

Anonymous said...

I grew up vacationing in the "Land of Nod" (Little St Germain) and so love seeing pictures of the northwoods and the beautiful lakes, thanks for sharing!