I come from spring buds dappled in sunshine gold;
damsel of most delicate mould. Pebbled shores and
wild woods of thickening green; and oh myriad hues
that lie somewhere between. I’m a child of the ocean
swathed in shades of blue.
I come from temperate zones and balmy afternoons;
gentle breeze beneath thus gracious moon. Dwelling
with a strangely aching heart; whilst wandering thru
a darkling glade. Travels and toils most oft are made;
as though volatile images of sleet and shade.
Thus when the clock begins to chime;
Reminded of home and simpler times.
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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads