High words, borders
And thunder’s claws
Could not keep me
From sleep last night.
And, this morning, I have skipped
Through enthusiasm’s classes
To reach this river-bank coffee pause.
Watching the current-swoop swallows
I remember the fires
And miss the beautiful,
Brown-eyed lady
That gave me love,
My children and
A new world.
soft spoken beauty within your thoughts
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
Thank you, much appreciated.
You’re welcome 🙂