a slow late spring rain keeping summer heat at bay soaks my stockinged feet
Tag: poem
thousand
a long ago sage wrote the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. a love of a thousand lifetimes must have started with a single kiss
wind
as sun is rising wind shakes the trees waking birds the air fills with song. wind plays with the red tassel ringing the bells by my door I can't hold the wind it comes and goes as it pleases, wind kisses my cheeks and runs fingers through my hair making promises he won't keep.
