You light days,
where flowers praise your name,
from the warming heart of Winter;
You are the song,
that mellows the ice
and captivates birth,
new lungs to the breeze;
that sensual lullaby
where skirts,
skip through fields
laughing in the pollen
where I've counted petals
that will always speak of love;
you've nurtured their souls
with kisses in the wind
and smiles on sun-light.
I could speak of such beauty
but never captivate who
you are,
as such splendor is found rare
in the brooklet's blossom.
This tree swaying
a home to more life
than meets the eye
[ you are one more hand
that is unknown,
to grip a smile of help ]
And forever
I wish I could dream back on when
I would sing the Sky's song
and kiss the ground
when I thought of him;
but alas
you remind me there are better times
when I see you smile.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
's
