Footsteps walking
in my garden
in the rustling of
the leaves
Soft reflections
loosely woven
something blowing
in the breeze.
Vivid whispers in
the evening
shadows stealing
from the day
Was it my imagination
or your presence on
display?
Very nice poem, Heather. Is it just wishful thinking? We'll never know, but I like to think these feelings are real.
A great rhyming pattern. Your usual brevity says all that is needed
Simply loved it what touches heart. Listening whispers of beloved....... wonderful.
Wow what a beautiful imagery woven here in this wonderful write! I loved it.
your words whisper in heart heather. as always a wonderful piece. :)
So soft are your memories that is can not be real. A path between your mind and your heart!
A rare display of feelings....intervened with imagery. Heather I take U my teachers as u always inspire me with poetic words. Simple superb!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heather God knows imagination or presence or both, but there is something happening there at your garden and same felt by David and too have the feeling even I can have the smell many a time I spoke ..silence but the smell love this thank Heather