white lace covered lawn
angels’ footprints adorning
cardinals’ delight
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
whistling dixie
she had a song
in her heart
she just could spit out
the words
wouldn’t form
the lyric
didn’t rhyme
she forgot the chorus
but didn’t mind
spent her day
in a flowered field
dreaming of
birds
bees
and tumble weeds
Thank you for those inspiering words.
Beautiful. Thank you.