pretty

on the river
this wind softly speaks
in a tone with a shiver
while the clouds slowly leak
may you always wear promise
cloaked in dawn's veil
floating the waltz in drapes
made up of shiny hail

i see

the dawn hands you pink to paint upon your breast
my hands fall in sync as my body follows its jest

sweet grasses they sway tickling our ankles to play
while the birds cheer us on in a song for a day

Reviews

[WordMaster]

Such a well created poem. The pace and tempo are just right for the feelings and emotions presented.

The structure adds to the impact of the storyline

Well done� keep writing

[Cardinal Robin]

I am simply in love with this...you have captured a quality and an essence of your fullness
reality is left in shallow remains, in the wake of your "Way" side...
keep sinking your feet into The Mother Ocean of Wisdom...and the grasses
will watch you and aspire to their enlightenment...