Could you wait for me
near the snow kissed morn?
...Whisper to the clouds to leave
So that the sunshine can kiss the earth,
beckoning my thoughts to dance this dance
embracing these jewels of our moonspun romance...
I loved the poem, Vickie, and especially the possible double entendre last line. As I read this I could visualize the clouds breaking up and disappearing leaving a clear, bright spot where the sun kissed the earth. Short, beautiful poetry.
Love ya!
Jane
The words you used for visuals were especially effective.
We have to yell at the cloud, yet I'm sure they are deaf!
Teresa
and its brevity certainly heightens the impact
dazzling white mornings
and moondances
john
Divine!...
The picture is perfectly chosen too...
Love, Diana...
Cheers,
Dan
most enjoyable
Peace & Love be with you
Happy New Year
William