The sun is warm
My skin is cold
From the north wind
Blowing across me.
Mesmerized, frozen
In place by the singing
Of wind chimes
And sunshine on
My neck , my
Secret place,
He knows.
Long shadows
Slowly stretching
Across the cool
Emerald grass
Waving in the wind.
Hair blowing
Like shimmery streamers
On a lazy kite
White puffy clouds
Slowly change shape
as they race by
The beauty and wonder
Of Creation
coaxes me to stay
So I stay.
Thinking of him
He’s always
On my mind
Everything
About him
Takes my
breath away
Being close to him
And the love he brings
Startles, excites me
He’s rare
This one.
I thank God
Again and still
For him.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough. ❤️
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Beautiful! Keep up this excellent work! I'm glad you had a good day😊🫶
It sounds like you had a great day.