Muse

Shall I collect the petals as they fall As you pluck them, leaving a fragrant scent Will you smile, if I can gather them all And give them to you, a lover's present This field of spring covered in soft clover Painted by the sun with its purest light Showing new vistas as shades cross over Covering petals of scented delight Waves of moving grass across lush meadows A rolling west wind arrives as we lay Large birds glide higher becoming shadows As they follow sunlight floating away And though the petals fell they did not land Between us they stayed, still safe in my hand for the contest Be My Reason sponsored by Amy Green