Poems from Spiritofdixie
Moving slowly
With age and reverence
Eyes that once had sight
Rely on the eyes of the heart
Fingertips glide over each name
Searching for...
Blushing clouds pastel-hued
Wispy white-winged seraphs sing a hushed lullaby
Sun settling in for sleep...
White fence rails stretch on for miles
Wild willowy grass blowing, carrying an unheard melody
A horse lifts its head from grazing, sensing...
Green-grey clouds
Bring rain to city streets
Thirsty flora and fauna
Wind, wet with wild waterdrops
Beat a fervent staccato...
There is a garden bench, in a pretty sort of wilderness
Not one of Bridewater fame, inhabited by unpleasant folk
Its occupant has long...