Brian Hairbottle


Wind - Poem by Brian Hairbottle

The wind spreads the song in the dewy glade
Where the birds have sung
the verses of a love already made
In time before memory can recall.

Softly as a whispering breeze
a delicate butterfly settles on your nose.

No... you must not sneeze
for the butterfly knows
It has been sent to bless you.

As the sun arcs across the clear skies
The shafts of sunlight
Play along in wise
admiration of the might
Of your beauty and form.

Laying side by side
your head on my chest,
The voices of nature our guide
speaking soft words lest
the moment ever be lost.

All to soon the time will come
when we will have to go, and
Leave this paradise to maybe some
uncaring future where it would not be grand
To lay in peace with the call of the wild.

So, for now,
let us take this time that is sweeter
than any sweet wine
And make it ours for all times.

Topic(s) of this poem: emotions


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 18, 2017



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