A morning walk

the sun is ever slower across the bluest sky

a wind in mourning whispers: we're all just passers by

when sweet summer takes a brush to her golden hair

autumn kisses roses on her skin so light and fair

the ocean swells and hides things forever lost

soon our lush summer gardens are taken by the frost

the dusty road passes fields of barley and of oats

in early morning bliss my soul to heaven floats

Reviews

[Eloha]

Pleasant how the years go by in morning walks.

[Yheela]

^_^

[Ian H Morrison]

love it the end rhyme is very good and well thought out

[Yheela]

Thank you, I've always felt it hard to rhyme. So I challenge myself as often as possible. :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

lovely words, but should brush contain the letter 'c' ?

[Yheela]

No, your right. *facepalm.* XD

[Dr. Wood ?]

I won't tell the kids at school...I can be trusted

[Yheela]

Oh, they're used to med making a fool of myself. C
an hardly spell a word right to even save my life, not even in my own language ... don't know why. ^_^

[Dr. Wood ?]

It is an intriguing thought...having to save ones life by spelling...I may use that

[Yheela]

Feel free!
A sphinx may challenge me with riddles and I'll most probably live to tell.
Should some sinister monster challenge me to a spelling bee ... *shudders.*

[Dr. Wood ?]

well now I'm scared to do it........I know, I'll keep my eyes closed, that should do the trick

[Yheela]

(^_^)

[ewest1220]

I see why you want more imagery in my works now the imagery in this piece is absolutely fantastic! Beautifully done!

[Yheela]

Thanks a bunch!

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I love the imagery in this piece, Yheela:) It jumps off the page:)

[Yheela]

Thanks! ^_^

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So utterly sexy. It melts me. Your words like silk against my skin. So evocative. I can smell everything!

[Yheela]

Thank you! ^_^