Early Songs
I.
walking -
the moon
followed me
and I smiled.
II.
A young sun
sits
in half the sky-
my own eyes
small
as I look -
and even as I turn
I carry
many suns before me.
III.
A rainbow floats on
water
falling through deep colors
IV.
The sky moves downward
softly
and clouds,
gentle tapestry
Like a softly woven
veil
pass before the moon.
Joyce.
I love that poetry has no real rules or regulations. Definitally a touching write.
Vesna:)
Art Sun...
Homeschool
Take care,
Sherry