In the
wild wood
there
are poems everywhere:
forest
grouse, bright berries, late blossoms,
little
sounds our feet make
on the
undergrowth.
In the
streets
there
are poems, poems everywhere:
cigarette
butts, Christmas lights, hurried voices,
the
scent of roasted beans
wafting
from coffee bars.
But
here beside you,
tangled
breaths
like
drenching rain,
are
more.
8 comments:
Love the poem selection at the end ~ Have a good week Jennifer ~
What a beautiful, gentle reminder of the daily poems all around us…And then, at the end, a special place where there are even more.
Wonderful! Beautifully sketched. So romantic and tender.
Wish I had written this. I often feel that way after reading your poetry. Stunning poem - just adore it.
I really love this poem, very romantic... I like how you see poetry in life, in every detail - you're so creative.
I really like this.. it's exactly that way... that poem here and now. It's like a warm hand slipping into yours.
poetry; to the last rain drop; two hearts
The whole poem. _m
lovely ~
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