Blog 2017, Other Poetry, Uncategorized


Cherry trees bow down with fruit.
The cardinal whispers a joyous tune.
Time has come to seize the day
and whisk away the cares we have.

To reach my soul, I won’t contend.
There is no thought here to defend.
These summer days will pass away
just like the ones we had before.

Let’s always take a little more time.
The road is yours and mine to find.
Just come on in; I’ll hold the door.
We’ve much to do and to adore.


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