Drifting on the wildborne
The scent of the rose, that calls me
I remember – it is a lovely day to be lonely
Going as I, going, must
Imagine flowers in your eyes
And crowns in your sleep
But for the scent of the rose, that calls me
I would be tumbling in sunshowers
Breathing wheat-warm breath
But drifting on the wildborne
I remember – it is a lovely day to be lonely
Elizabeth Cook, 2015
Image from Annie’s Garden
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Nice poem ( :
Thank you!
– Lily
lovely photo for lovely words. perfect.
I knew it was the picture I wanted as soon as I saw it 🙂 Such a nice thing to look at while I’m surrounded by snow!
– Lily
Elizabeth,
It has been farm far too long since you posted. I have missed you very much, although by the evidence of this poem you have not lost any of your ability! It has just got better!
j
It has indeed been a long time! I actually think my poetry has gotten fairly rusty, but thank you, John 🙂
Elizabeth
❤