Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Of You

Across the hills of low-flung mist
Across the daffodil softly kissed
Over the field of verdant hue
Steals the hour of blue…and you

Over the meadowland dark and serene
Across the valley, lush and green
You stir the dainty forget-me-not
With a teeny, tiny thought

Into my heart and into my mind
Into the recesses undefined
Into each aching avenue
Trickles the little thought… of you


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Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!