Milling
about
the
door,
while
the garden lights
were
swaying
and
the moon was high,
this
poem
found
itself
arriving,
sweet
spices
on
rainpetal skin
from
spring's unfurling trees.
And
what was I to do, little poem?
Of
course, I swept you in.
Happy National Poetry Month! :-)
dVerse OLN
Of course! There can be no other choice but to let the poem in. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
I adore this, especially the ending.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to sweep a poem in.
ReplyDeleteA lovely piece woven together with such delicate nuances - a perfect "little poem".
ReplyDeleteSpecially love:
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on rainpetal skin
Such poems are meant to arrive and shine on our page ~
Don't you just love it when a poem arrives like that!
ReplyDeleteOf course you did and I am glad!
ReplyDeleteaww...so sweet..."sweet spices
ReplyDeleteon rainpetal skin
from spring's unfurling trees." my favorite lines...
It's nice when somethings stumbles upon you, refreshing and light!
ReplyDeleteAh...this makes me smile. Both of us unfurling words the same day. This is why we love Spring in Seattle--it leads to such delicious poetry.
ReplyDeleteNice Jen_!
ReplyDelete__As you'd written: "this poem found itself" then pushed its way free... through your pencil.
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Love "rain petal skin" and a happy poetry month to you too!
ReplyDeletegorgeous, Jen ~
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ReplyDeleteAdorable!