Dew

Dew falls gently on the grass.

It comes every morning,

As shure as the last,

And fades away

With the coming of day.

Tiny round beads

Greet my dirty knees

As I collapse into

Its wet embrace.

Reviews

[Kelley]

Made me think of an old poem I read yesterday......hummmm
I loved it and it put a smile on my face thanks for sharing.

Kelley