The Caressing Hand Poem by james watkin

The Caressing Hand



This lovely sweep of the air, imparting
Spring's rarer tenderness, that my garden
Too would adopt, for its haven;
That the sower of dreams himself, listing
Flower-like, in a swooning reaction
Is seen courting its reception;
And that's your pale white hand fluttering,
Your butterfly-like gesture on the air
That says "Love holds me aloft there".

Monday, October 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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