Self-portrait |
Smiling eyes and butterflies
Soft song, a tender caress
Traipsing the dewy meadow
In barefoot felicitousness
A laughter not forgotten
The nexus, incessant bond
Hinging on a fate unknown
A warm sun or thunderstorm
Happily riding the wind
My heart will never rescind
Weeping not as old leaves fall
By and by the spring will call
Hand to heart, I walk the lane
With a love for fire and rain
I like how elemental emotions express your poem, Kirsten.
ReplyDeleteThank you Andre. And thank you for visiting... I can't believe it's nearing 20 years since I last saw you. Your support means even more because of that ;)
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