A Winter Walk
By D. Bowden
We walked through the park
My love and I
With the snow floating down,
And a hush all around.
The only noise heard,
Was the coo of a bird
As it fluttered down,
Down to the ground,
Into the white,
Then taking flight!
Children gave it a fright
With their laughter and noise,
Expressing their joys
And meaning no harm,
Nor to alarm,
Only wanting to play
On this cold winter's day.
My love and I
Walked through the park
With the snow floating down
And happiness around.
By D. Bowden
We walked through the park
My love and I
With the snow floating down,
And a hush all around.
The only noise heard,
Was the coo of a bird
As it fluttered down,
Down to the ground,
Into the white,
Then taking flight!
Children gave it a fright
With their laughter and noise,
Expressing their joys
And meaning no harm,
Nor to alarm,
Only wanting to play
On this cold winter's day.
My love and I
Walked through the park
With the snow floating down
And happiness around.
1 comment:
Thanks for the compliments Julie.
Poetry comes in spurts for me. I can't think of anything for weeks and then one will just flow from my pen effortlessly. Same with fiction writing. I think and think and think and come up with nothing for so long and then suddenly it all comes to me. I think it depends what mood I am in.
Your poetry is very well thought out. I encourage everyone who stops by to read some of the things Jules has written on her blog...they are all so beautiful.
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