For long ago a poet passed

For long ago a poet passed

~

While strolling by the lavender

her smile kept its place,

as lovely as a butterfly

afloat upon her face

She skipped as to a melody

that played about her mind,

in harmony with springtime days

she always seemed to find

With hair a flow of summer breeze, 

spun gold and woven vine,

like Chardonnay from Maconnais,

a tasteful choice in wine

Beyond the field, neath skies of blue,

a' glisten in the sun,

a dainty pond, its cattail fern,

her tiny feet did run

She gazed upon the surface smooth,

reflecting clouds above

and tossed a stone, a splash was heard,

then ripples, she did love

For long ago a poet passed

and with his feathered pen,

had written her a verse of love,

then placed it in her hand

She read it with her eyes so wide,

his joy, she could not miss

Then laid her hand upon his cheek

and on his lips, a kiss

The poem he had written spoke

of ripples and a shore

and if the circles he could be,

he'd kiss her there once more

She turned to leave, her heart now full

of dreams he left behind,

 with poetry and memories,

like ripples on her mind

~

This poem was inspired by me, not at the start but, 

it ended up referencing a poem that I wrote 

about 10 years ago titled: "And you were that shore" 

that I posted here on WC many years ago. 

That poem was very, very special to me. 

This is that poem:

And you were that shore

~

You were skipping stones

and as I watched

a slowly arching ripple

gently kissing the shore

I found myself wishing

I was that ripple

and you were that shore

~

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[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Good morning Will I love it. Hope you are well