Telling You, ' My Feelings Poem by James McLain

Some of my feelings,
i have told you.

In your hands, is my heart.
It is bleeding,
how can i hold it?

Earlier than this,
shortly thereafter, i knew.

The bud is in the blossom
from the thorn,
one humming bird it hovers.

Peaches gold are turning
hang once green
outside the fold the tree.

When
and if you then decide
too come again,
to warm them.

Sitting there in the open,
cypress trees.
One knee it seems are fond of.
The ground is brown with leaves.