Started on 22 Feb 20198 poems
when the leaves of the peach trees have grown
and their branches bend and furrow
i’ll ask you to
Sacred the oath we swore,
Swith love I wore,
On hills my love bellowed,
Loud, yet not your
Ah you are here, not a moment too soon.
That's how I feel when you walk in the room.
You have no
My beloved frida
you have sheltered yourself for too long
all of your walls are dripping with
The other summer, long ago.
The dancing waves filling the bay with music.
The clouds sailing
He stands by a loose turf of grass, gazing down at the shore, watching her sprint to the sea and dig
The sound of the Lock turned by your key.
Starts a butterfly dance deep within me.
I think of
That first kiss, tingles down my spine.
Rain outside but I'm bathed in sunshine.