Barn Dust
Old and worn, with its weathered graying wood
The old barn whispered softly to my heart
Reminding me light poured through as it should
Dust particles, graceful, dancing like art
Silent as dawn with sunshine rays to start
The feeling grew within, warm on the soul
Breathing music in notes, hope to console
Like a flame of vibrant hues, pure splendor
Passions swaying, a waltz you can’t control
Emotions stirred, sighs - blushes so tender
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
February 2, 2022
Chosen word for theme is DUST
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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