A little boy’s sleepy smile at his mother.
A girl receives a message from someone long quiet.
There is a man who cannot get a song out of his head.
Venus walks across the sun,
and the past walks out the door again.
Weeds. Wildflowers.
Your hand in my hair.
June 4, 2012 at 10:27 pm
I love it.
June 5, 2012 at 7:45 am
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment, asoulwalker.
Melissa
June 5, 2012 at 12:24 pm
Thank you for taking the time to write and post Melissa Hassard. Words, like storm clouds full of latent power, can change the heart of man. There is not enough poetry in the world. Cheers.
June 4, 2012 at 10:36 pm
I love it, too. How do you do it? So few words, but a POW of a message!
June 5, 2012 at 7:45 am
You make me smile. Thank you so much, Maggie.
June 11, 2012 at 9:18 am
Beautiful!
June 11, 2012 at 10:01 am
Thank you so much, Ledia.