December 18, 2017Poem
Your kiss
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Your kiss
As I awake
Your warm breath
Lifts me
Higher than rooftops
Over tilted steeples
Floating on the wind
Between sun tossed trees
With twisted golden crisp dried leaves
Falling down onto the wetland
Spinning gently
In coordinated flight
A bright blue Damselfly
Rides in tandem
With his mate
As a Swallow dips
To take its fill
There is no thrill
To the kill
In nature
But it can be overwhelming
Raindrops ripple
The crystal waters
Of a landscaped
Trout mere
Midges swarm
In the mizzle
As the sun burns
Through
Rolling ground mist
Slowly last night’s
Sleep falls from my eyes
And you remain
My everlasting memory.