Saturday, July 14, 2012

ROMANCE

 
Close to pond’s edge,
Their toes in the water,
The trees stand in their green dresses,
waiting, arms extended,
for the night.
Oh! the dance of sunset and trees,
the breezy dip and sway of branches,
The long, slow glide of light
down limb and trunk.

6 comments:

Hilary said...

You paint the most sigh-evoking pictures with your words. Thanks for that.

Brian Miller said...

a very serene moment....and you put me right there...

Out on the prairie said...

One of the best I have read

red dirt girl said...

...the long, slow glide of light down limb and trunk ...

Glorious!
xxx

Barbara Shallue said...

I see them standing there, waiting. Beautiful!

Gillian Olson said...

Beautiful.