Wednesday, September 05, 2007

A Perfect Afternoon

Summer's last
sunny breezes
whisper soft in trees
still wearing emerald green.

You and I
rock together
swaying back and forth
lying on a porch swing.

And above
rising to fall,
gently flapping sheets
first make walls then windows.

Your soft hair
delights my cheek,
and my heart is full
of sweet smiles and laughing.

Could I wish
for better still?
Or just make this now
my all and everything.

9 comments:

  1. SIGH....THAT BOY CAN SURE MAKE A DAY.

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  2. Aaawww. You guys are so in love. How cute.

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  3. What a cute guy to spend the afterrnoon in a swing with. Adorable!


    I'm so glad you still blog. It seems that almost everyone (including me has quit and moved to facebook). I will try to come up with something.

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  4. Your poems are truly beautiful, Beck. I love what comes from that heart of yours!
    Is that a Jane Austen book I see in the picture?!

    Miss you!

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  5. Oh... And Aunty Susan? A general rule of thumb on here is that if I don't list an author, I'm all you've got. :)

    (Sorry, I didn't notice your question up there for a while.)

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