The cool spring breeze passes and prickles your skin.
The air has a certain scent and the skies are always blue.
Love is popular, flowers are blooming and trees are budding.
The birds sing, the children ring, running around like little cats chasing each other.
The pitter patter of the rain on the window pane is the beauty that is spring.
falling to the floor
I can't take no more
Nocturnal as some
Cold as Numb
As I say " Tom, I love you "
Scared as a cat
Quick to react
you set your hand in my palm
and the other on back back
Your lips so soft
Your breathing so hitched
and you say " James, I love you...."
The beauty that is spring will come to sing as the old loves go and the new loves bloom.
As the skies turn blue and the clouds turn white
When the rabbits come out and the skunks at night
Where that warm breeze blows
and where the teenagers say
I love you.....
YOU ARE READING
From My Collection...
PoetryWhen Everything's so wrong You make it so right The sun shines brightly in the sky as we say our last goodbyes Listening to the moon Dancing with the sun Today or tomorrow Either way; we're done. Our Last Goodbyes
