I love you – penned in moon dust

From My Porch #poetry #spring #photography

Each spring marks newness and perhaps a time to reflect

Revelation of spring

flits before my eyes

energy of Mr. squirrel’s twitching tail

Cardinal reds and little baby blues

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hidden treasures of spring

chrysalis almost missed

yellow and red peeking faces

open to the sun

***

springs of the past

spoon used by little hands for digging

dirt encrusted tonka truck wheel

brown edged florist’s card message

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Spring’s new offering

inhale – bounty of fresh scents

chase – snow-white fluttering blossoms

catch -“I love yous” floating on a fragrant breeze

Written in Moon Dust #poetry #love


I shake last night from my head
memories linger bright like the sun
a warm brush with moon light
Her glowing tendrils of hair reflect gold
lips speak  whispers into my ear
my heart with her is never cold
She leaves an imprint behind
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There's a knowing "she will return"
to hold me in her arms
beam love through me
I think about her beauty from the inside out
her words I hold in my hands
they are clearly
Written in silvery moon dust

The Lover’s Song #oneshotwednesday

Awakened in the morning

serenaded by my favorite sound

“I love you so my darling

you are my heart’s desire”

***

Rambling through my day

softly humming my lover’s song

clinging to the phrase

“I am his heart’s desire”

***

A moment that I take

I dream of us awake

passion there is still

“you are my heart’s desire”

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Prepared to meet his gaze

fragrance fills the air

reminders of my love

hanging here and there

***

Eyes caught in candlelight

there’s longing in my song

“You are my heart’s desire”

you are where I belong…

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A Last Tear

Looking up

with tear filled eyes

at someone who

once meant the world

***

empty shallow shell

encasing the place

where a heart once lived

and love poured forth

drip

when did the sun

stop rising on our love?

drop

when did the words “I love you”

become too difficult to say

plop

What did I say “yes” to

so many moons ago

Sadly

there’s nothing left

to shed a tear over

Three Words (I Loved you)

It hurt to hear

those

words

“I loved you”

there was

finality

a last rotation

to the

past

I want to hear

I love you

a hope

that

feelings

would

somehow

last

How can

three

simple

words

cause trouble

evoke

such pain

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But then

those

three

can also

spin one

high

in love

again

Photo: lrargerich (license creative commons)