Never Mind It

The old house groans in arthritic pains

Though the wind is yawning gently

Winter has petrified all things

It seems so long ago

Since I wore a pretty dress

A dress that made me feel

Frivolously pretty

Never mind it

Spring is coming

Soon enough

If not quick enough

In your arms, March days are not so weary

I have named your dimples

Darling and Dearest

I kiss them

With the burning conviction

That there is never

Enough time

You beg me not to

Number our days

Never mind it

Spring is coming

I feel it

As you smile at me

With your eyes.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

the old house is stiff and in pains ..lots of winter
like rusted everything,could not move
but soon things to change,to red yellow and flowery like your dress
i could hear some bells out in the distance
how you made me hear them,it was so quiet
before,now seems so little time
to do everything..and i look into lovely eyes
to lose the feel of time again..its always
your eyes..lovely write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Ah, my old friend...it is good to see you moving about on here, Blues.

[bluessadmood]

thank you its always nice to walk around here..what a feeling,ha ha

[Ed Hart]

you certainly know how to make the words behave...lovely

[Ana B.]

oh, what a beatiful serene picture....a very vivid one... Lovely work !