Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Dream Days

To expand with the wild
like nature's child
and read the breeze
on dusty knees;
the eternal, lingering on a summer's day . . .
warmer winds not far away.

2 comments:

patience and the prodigal said...

"On dusty knees;" says it all. Poem for the present and future.
A little bit of magic.

Turquoise said...

Thank you!

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