Wandering, Not Lost
When I go to the meadow
I am wandering, I’m not lost,
Like my breath on the pane
To honor winter’s ol’ Jack Frost.
When I write to you a poem
Or, sing you a special song,
I am happily expressing
With love, I want you along.
I think of you constantly
You mean more than any cost,
So, when you see me mulling
I am wandering, I’m not lost!
submitted to "Deserves a Second Chance" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
written December 9, 2021
especially for "Pick-A-Title, Vol 27" poetry contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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