The evening light filters through the dappled leaves
as sunset brings a restful gentle breeze
and softly sways the branches with such ease
as melting wispy cotton coloured clouds
drift over trees’ leafy covered crowns.
A thousand leaves whisper as they play
on the gentle gusting gusts of an ending day
and as they whisper in a hush they quietly say
we are all so very different in shape and hue
but all the same in our respect of You.
On the ground a lowly buttercup, yellow glows
and in its glowing gladly golden grows
surviving mowing and our feet, the balls we throw
proudly it announces that, the sun it knows
and absorbing all the goodness from the earth below
Your splendour in abundance it surely shows.
The evening sun is setting, dusk descends
the golden buttercup below
and sun lit dappled leaves above
tell me all I need to know, about Your love.
such a butiful poem..... i wer jus flowing with ur wrds and poem.... lovely
romance.....in your soul........ reaches.....deep Causing pulses, vibrate in all Love's nature....steep
I agree with Marci David! You are indeed very passionate! Hugs, dee
Exquisite....marvelous description of all the little things that really matter in getting to know another. I still, like a child, look for buttercups to hold under my chin, look for the yellow reflection and make a wish.....Now, if only weather would cooperate and give us our buttercups....How deeply you love David, how wonderfully you always describe the feelings of...........love, marci.xo
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You used clever, descriptive words that paint a picture of love and romance.