white lace covered lawn
angels’ footprints adorning
cardinals’ delight
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
clock’s a ticking toward summer
was it a lust for living
or lustful living
that drove the desire
the want for a man
or a woman
bent on breaking boredom
with lips painted red
and hips swaying
she will knock’um dead
on arrival
she reminded me
of someone
Thank you for those inspiering words.
Beautiful. Thank you.