I hide in sycamore shadows
Like wildflowers through cracks,
Soft breezes in Meadows
A light gentle laugh
But my sleep offers no peace
I cannot find rest
It withholds my dreams
Holds them close to its chest
Thunder rolls over
The lightning soon follows
Stealing luck from my clover
Growing deep in the holler
When you say you love me
I grab my umbrella
And wait for the sea
of your love to wash over
Like the dew in the morning
envelopes the rose
Your love comes with a warning
Red flags boldly flow
Your eyes growing stormy
Dark clouds bridge your nose
I'm a fair-weather lover
I've seen what the storm brings
I'll hide here. under cover
Until the morning doves sing
Happy comes with the sunrise
And the calm ripple of waves
That softens my eyes
And remembers my name
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Wow, what a beautiful poem! I especially enjoyed the part about sleep withholding dreams.
Woah, I felt so much reading your words. And I agree with Hannah, so much complexity held in the images you brought forth. Loved it :)
There is such a complexity of feeling in here.
Such a beautiful poem - and such great visuals.
Good work on such a beautiful poem.