Waiting To Touch Our Lips

Together
In my dream
We’re picking wild strawberries
On a sunny day
In a greening spring pasture
Beside a row of apple trees
Wearing blossoms of pink and white
Like a tapestry that lined our stage
Every kind of bird sang
A rapturous song
A kindling love was building
And a fire was soon burning
In our hearts
We were happy and smiling
Our laughter rose
Like thin smoke into the air
Our feet danced
Like sunlight on still water
Our smiles shined
Like the glistening dew.
Our eyes shone
Like emerald stars
The tiny berries were plump
And filled with red, luscious sweetness
Waiting to touch our lips
Together
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
There's no denying 'Romance of Spring' is in the air!

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jerseygirl50
Hello Yankee,
This poem reminds me of a date I once had in a blueberry field, drinking wine coolersdrinking and watching the hummingbirds close by.hug You paint a lovely picture..God bless..JG..wave teddybear wine
Yankee4you
It's funny that this was only a dream because it felt so real and I don't usually remember my dreams. I really do love wild strawberries though....haha
niah9
as I read your poem I was thinking romance is not dead...followed by spring is in the air...nice one Yankee4you....hope it comes true for you....Niahgrin teddybear
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