Listen closely and you’ll hear the song of the Golden Hare,
Pouring on moonbeams down mountain paths,
Dripping in golden drops across dawn.
The mountains mysteries are birthed in its notes,
As natures wildness pulses through the veil,
Tumbling carelessly down into the soft Glens.
The Golden Hare
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breathofgreenair 
That is really a gorgeous word-picture.
For some time I used to feature Really Awful Hare Jokes on my blog, but I suppose you would consider those hare-esy and hare-ible in the hare-gstreme.
Too funny…..glad you enjoyed. I like your description, a word picture 🙂
Magical golden hare – I must look out for him on my travels, and I enjoyed your poem.
Thanks 🙂 You’ll find the golden hare above the wonderful bookshop ‘The Golden Hare’. It’s a great place to spend a while browsing through books 🙂
Poetic! And beautiful golden light.
Glad you enjoyed the golden song 🙂
What a gorgeous golden color. Great shot!
Thanks Amy, he leaps out from a building in the Grassmarket, and just begs to be loved.
the color makes him mythic…love it love it!
Yeah, I was going for the mythic look, to match the mythic words 🙂
you gottit…beautifully 🙂
Oh my, I am in love with this… both the image and the imagery in the poem are just… so … beautiful. Thank you.
I’m delighted you love it so much, it poured out from somewhere deep within my mind 🙂
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Thank you for giving me this moment of beauty.
My pleasure, so glad you enjoyed the hares song 🙂
how poetic 🙂
Thanks, I try my best 🙂
🙂
Thank you! There’s something about mountain hares which enchants me 🙂
Lovely! 😀