Love Sonnet XIV

Love Sonnet XIV

A Poem by redzone
"

....Willow Creek singing

"

Love Sonnet XIV

 

 

I can remember, over and over,

combing your hair with my fingers,

its softness of red

tickling my heart.

 

There was an earthy feel

as you turned to face the morning sun,

singing to the 4 directions

of your womanly presence

 

as the flow of Willow Creek

spoke in riddles to the trees,

deer, and chickadees,

 

who would come, drink the wildness

and aroma caught

in the melody of your song.

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 10.21.2024


© 2024 redzone


Author's Note

redzone
....thanks for reading.



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This poem celebrates the connection between the lovers and the natural world, emphasizing how love intertwines with nature and personal memory.

A very beautiful poem..
Thanks for sharing.
-Amy

Posted 1 Month Ago


Wow ... this was captivating and so beautiful You make me want to brush my hair before bed and wear something a little more beguiling that a over-sized sweater and gi pants.

Again this was just so splendid.

Posted 1 Month Ago


redzone

1 Month Ago

Pryde, if you don't mind my saying, you would be beguiling wearing that over-sized sweater and gi pa.. read more
Pryde Foltz

1 Month Ago

LOL ... why am I thinking ... I would appear a pretty simpleton getting my hair brushed:)
redzone

1 Month Ago

don't know Pryde, but brushing your hair would be one way to just enjoy being with you,
very heartwarming. the first line was really moving. "over and over" it's such a simple and subtle way to say "i love you."

Posted 2 Months Ago


redzone

1 Month Ago

Ern, I find it is remembering those simple things is one way of saying I love you. For the time that.. read more

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