Summer Pagaent

She sang the melody

With eyes wide open

I just stood and stared

Noticing the little things

Like how her voice

Carried like a feather

In the warm breeze

Over fields of wonder

When all the bad days

Were yesterdays

And harvest time

Yielded her tenderness

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s