In a yellow wood
A scrapbook from a road less traveled
Thursday, January 7, 2010
To Summer
To pause a little
and feel the sun
To look up
into the endless blue
To listen to
the hum of insects
To watch the baby birds
try out uncertain feet
To smell
the ripening plums
To summer
2 comments:
Bodecea
said...
I like this poem!
:-)
Bodecea
January 9, 2010 at 8:53 PM
Feronia said...
Thanks Bodecea! :)
January 15, 2010 at 10:56 AM
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2 comments:
I like this poem!
:-)
Bodecea
Thanks Bodecea! :)
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