toes dressed in diamonds
in sparkling dew
that tread on a carpet
of plush emerald hue
dance to music
to the finest of strings
wee crickets make music
so you can spin
whirl with abandon
before the eyes of the dawn
coy veil unfurling
of fine glossy locks
O sing to the morning!
O sing of the day!
rejoice without censure
let this moment stay
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beautiful photo – did you take it yourself?
I actually didn’t take this picture. It’s just an i-pad screensaver, but I thought it fit the poem well.
A love poem….felt like spring time.