When it's your hand~

~

Hand in hand, through golden fields,

we stroll a woven path

A morning breeze of promise yields,

our sunrise aftermath

Midst bluebird song and butterfly,

horizon'd echoes call

In pastel shades, 'pon dawning sky,

the wonder of it all

Along the banks, where cattails flow,

reflections bend and sway

Then skipping stones, as ripples show,

a shimmering display

The shadows breathe, enchanted form,

now lengthened by the hour

 The rumble of a distant storm,

the fragrance of a flower

A willow weeps, its happy tears,

as branches dance the air

While whispers tickle longing ears,

of moments we now share

For in this scene, the beauty found,

among these fields of gold

Is known, as joy, it does abound,

when it's your hand I hold

~

Reviews

[living lavender]

this poem felt good too read. like sunshine.
to feel this way about someone is a beautiful dream.
{loved the phrase: "our sunrise aftermath"}

[Ladysue]

This is picturesque and utterly beautiful! Each line flowed effortlessly. This well written poem fills the senses and so accurately captures the power of touch even a small gesture as a hand hold and the joy it brings with someone special. Absolutely a stunning glowing poem.

[Dara]

Just beautiful! Your words flow off the page so smoothly and the attention to detail in each phrase lovingly given. A seemingly simple gesture such as a hand hold can stay with a person for a long time.