Saturday, May 7, 2011


The zephyrs strode before us
Like commandos with no fear
We heard their sassy chorus
Breathe across the atmosphere
As we became the children
From a far and faded dell
Stealing into wanton gardens
‘Neath earth’s lacy parasol
The shadows flickered softly
In the whisper of the breeze
And we lay upon the carpet
Sprawled beneath the willow trees
And for two small, cherished hours
We released the role of duty
As we were regaled by flowers
And the swell of springtime beauty
Our fingers weave suggestions
As they softly intertwine
On the border of a heaven
Of spring passion and sunshine


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