In the Meadow by the Bay


what flies against the distant lee
in the meadow by the bay
who waits beyond the great oak tree
with hair like fire and eyes dark grey

smell the evening fresh like clover
sitting in the woodland shadow
whispery kisses in your bower
your laugh peals out like a flower
— 1/2/10 – 33


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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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