Hands

Forsythia and cherry blossoms blooming:

the world turns pink and gold,

and my feet trace the old paths happily,

for now I’ve a hand to hold.

Reviews

[Lisa Bland]

Lovely poem. Made me smile

[BenKeane]

This is genuinely a lovely little poem.

[DaughterNature]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you've been enjoying my writing :)