~walk With Me~
When day is birthed from darkness’s womb
and light is spread upon rekindled hues,
the breezes stir mornings subtle perfume
as they chase the petals from clouded snooze.
Nightingale’s song from quiet does bloom,
symphony accompaniment to infuse,
and with our steps we are natures twin
holding her beauty so tightly within.
Through apples arch we wilfully walk
to embrace the morning by rivers edge,
where bended willows seem to crouch and stalk
those silver fishes beneath drift weeds ledge,
and in our world where we need not talk
entwined our fingers show our pledge,
that while each morning still overcomes night
we remain together in her delight.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2008
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