Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
To Wander
This south wind
Brings a warmth
Tickling the side
Of rhododendrons
Waiting for the fluster
Of petals who fall
The quickest, earliest
Sticking to shoes
Tracked into the kitchen
“I meant to tell [you]
How I longed
For just this single time”
Late summer petals
Dried, lightened wishes
Caught in kitchen corners
With lone coffee beans
With runaway grains
Who stick to shoes
Tracked out, where
The north wind
Tickles the sides
Of oaks and beech
“To wander—now—is my repose”
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Elan Mudrow 
a beautiful, evocative poem.
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Imaginative..!!!!
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I love the gentleness of this poem, the delicacy, the wistful sadness.
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Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing!
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I love the imagery and rythmn of this poem. A beautiful way to start my day 🙂 Thank you.
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quite poignant. i like it
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Amazing imagery!!
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The way you wrote this, is real craftsman like. Keep up the great work!
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Love this. 😊
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Beautiful – loved the nature’s caper
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Nice rythem..
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Thanks ourlittlehouse, but I must decline your generous offer. Take care!
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Hi, just wanted to let you know I nominated you for the Sunshine bloggers award. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to but here is the link if you do
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Thanks for visiting my site and also for all your beautiful photos and poetry.
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Beautiful the way the rhododendron leaves underline your story.
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Love your use of words and love the pictures you use, truly inspirational.
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Things have a way of ending, and beginning, again, and again, and again, and, we’re, a part of this cycle of life, and sometimes, we failed to realize that…
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True
-Erica(ceae)
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You’re welcome – Yours truly, Azalea.
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Thanks for the artful reminder that rhodos are awesome.
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Very nice! The poem just flowed!
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Very nice
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Simply, Fabulous! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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The descriptions make you feel like you are right there…within one of those everyday moments we all take for granted. Very well done.
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Fantastic! Especially conjured images of kitchen floor and what tracks in, tracks out …
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Thank you, my friend.
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Gorgeous:)
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As always, the words are beautifully woven.
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Wow. This is beautiful poetry. It made me stop, suddenly, and remember moments in time just like this, giving me chills and that “ah ha” moment. And, that is what poetry is suppose to do. Thank you. K. D. 🙂
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Well written.
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Love the tone and feel of this verse.
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