And
this morning
carefree and lithe
we walked through the meadow
delighting in the scent of fresh mown grass
to the horses in the paddocks
velvet muzzles
nibbling in search of crisp apples and such
gentle whinnying
we thought they told us secrets
of love and amber eyes
watching closely
you pushed back a lock of ebony curls
i shivered
even though the sun was warm
on linen shirts and moleskin
you brushed my lips dry
as i sighed with the hope of it all.
the image is by john singer sergeant
Well anything with horses just melts me- thanks! any day of the week.
ReplyDeletenice...i like this much..a bit of the everyday magic in it i think...a walk in the meadow...the horses...and the drying of lips...smiles..
ReplyDeleteThe carefree days with someone so dear can happen in ordinary surroundings and can still be fun! Nicely crafted Kay!
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Caught in the midst of thought of the lovely morning, I expect her any minute to lift one hand and touch her lips.
ReplyDeleteI like the picture you painted here.
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Deliciously romantic...
ReplyDeleteA poem that appeals to all the senses. No wonder she has that faraway look.
ReplyDeleteIt is in all hope that we live, and survive....
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