A Missive
Joy of birds in springs
Etched on canvas of the heart
Where time changeless stay
Naked in my art
Only icicles for clothes
Wind washed of the sun
Cross this desert, sand
Open its flowers for rain
Moon drawn through the sky
Ebb the clouds away
Honey dripped on rocks will waste
Our two lives apart
Moose and bull walking
Enter the forest for rest
Nipping winter's bud
Oozing nectar waste
Wealth if no brood gets nourish
Gazelles stir the sight
Instars are babies
Roaming surf and sands exposed
Languishing in hope.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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