I want only the sun to warm me
Let it melt the blue day and make butter
of winter--go now--let me remember
when I was a wildflower bending the wind
to my will on strong stems--free
Oh the ease of letting the world pass
through me--being wild it let me be
Quiet now--settled in a bed of grass
for comfort--I am short of dreams
and long on thought
I need only the sun to warm me
Such a lovely write, Lin. It reminds me of when I was a child and I used to lie down on the grass and watch the clouds pass by overhead. I could dream for hours about what they represented. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
"Wildflower" a bouquet of perfume for our soul
an absolutly beautiful poem Lin!
I especially love how it read as though I was listening
giving those gentle commands (speaking to winter)
Love & Meadows Perfumeries
Vickie
This is the "wondrous" time of life we the mature were allways taught was going to be "golden". I fear that what most of us have failed to realize is that inclination and declination have a common point.
Our needs remain the same, but the means by which we have to attain them
does not.
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Fee
Love it
Peter
So enjoyed...
Christine
Regis
an absolutly beautiful poem Lin!
I especially love how it read as though I was listening
giving those gentle commands (speaking to winter)
Love & Meadows Perfumeries
Vickie
Our needs remain the same, but the means by which we have to attain them
does not.
touching write,
Pierre
Ron
Anna
Neat!
Georg
George
John