spring
the air surrounding quickens in anticipation
gathering itself to service
expectant
alert...
she moves
she steps
eagerly blooms the earth in welcoming hue
before those feet whose gentle tread
leaves starlight
happily to twinkle in her prints.
"I ought to say that it isn't an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a Boat, and sometimes
it's more of an Accident. It all depends."
"Depends on what?"
"On whether I'm on the top of it or underneath it."
12 comments:
Wow. Dan, all I can say is write more poetry, man. Good stuff.
My initial reaction... "swEEt!"
I think that I shall never see
a thing more beautiful than Dan's Po-e-TREE.
LOL,
Just kidding,
nice poem Dan.
"than her prints"? you lost me at 'prints.'
i meant 'in' her prints.
okay. color me stupid.
'prints' as in footprints. i broke my own rule about hasty readings of poetry.
lovely; just beautiful!
My initial reaction... "Puke!"
I'm just kidding. It's actually very good!
been having tummy troubles lately David?
"she is everything I want that I never knew that I needed, she is everything I need that I never knew that I wanted"
~the fray
good stuff
I didnt realize this was a poem until I started reading the comments. I thought you were just talking about Caitlin. :P
I like... very much...
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