To: Soaring Feather
Awaken to the soft touch of dim dawn
rest and listen to birds on the lawn
warm covers embrace and enfold as a lover
there in a sleep touch mind dreams hover
771 posted on
08/15/2008 4:43:36 AM PDT by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN; tomkow6; NY Attitude; Lost Dutchman; Old Sarge; Lady Jag; MEG33; HopeandGlory; ...
Good morning, everyone!
"In summer, the song sings itself."
- William Carlos Williams
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