So much to love this time of year
When seasons
recast and go
Changing their
trousseau.
Happy to dwell on
sweet harmony’s acre
Where latitudes give
them
Permission to do
so.
Soft meadows
await, prepared for your ingress,
The gentle
infusion of delicate wings
That flutter and
flitter from
Flower to flower,
blind to the power
your presence
brings.
You light on my
finger outstretched to the sun
And ponder a
moment
Before moving on.
My memory captures
the moment in rhyme
And prints a
reflection to last for all time.
Time simply
doesn’t exist in your world
And I would be
filled with remorse and remiss
If ever my mind
should be so inclined
As ever to lose
this moment of bliss.
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