RANDOM HARVEST

thinking. feeling. forward.

 

Your spirit . . . a season that

blossomed in my heart.

 

My heart remembers . . .  

 

Eyes that invite . . .

Lips that hold,

Hips that challenge.

 

Eyes that challenge . . .

Hips that hold,

Lips that invite

 

Lips that challenge . . .

Hips that invite,

Eyes that hold.

 

Parting is a cold season,

but I plant new seeds

in a random harvest,   

and wait for the sun.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Again, had to read three times, wanted to read three times. So like the way you use the words and then alter them verse by verse, each time making a sense, a feeling to each phrase.

The first lines are touching.

[Trisha]

Beautiful metaphors coming from a passionate and a very wise soul. Love to read your work. I get to know you through them a little bit at a time. hugs my friend.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I really liked the closing verse...but thought of changing "in our cold hearts" to "in a random harvest". Hmmm, I still like it though!!

[C. M. Miller]

It looks way different to me, so I FINALLY followed your suggestion, and when I re-read it again, my heart leaped, and my eyes widened. Thank you.