Posted in Poetry, tagged First love, Poetry on February 1, 2008 | 13 Comments »
Two hands join as side by side
They walk the wooded trails
Naively on a mountainside
As daylight slowly fails.
Coddled embers dance by night
Ascending ever higher
Past grassy knolls to moonlit height
They tend a growing fire.
Mossy turf prepares a bed
Twined roots an awkward pillow
No stone unturned, they languidly learn
Of love, beneath the willow.
© Shirley Allard 2008
Posted in Other, Poetry on February 1, 2008 | 5 Comments »
I was presented this award by Billy The Blogging Poet at Blogsboro.com and by Dan at Poetic Justice. Thank you both!
The recipient is required to list three things that they believe make writing good and powerful before passing the award along to five other people.
1. Writing with the reader in mind
2. Not conforming [...]
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