Walk with me
Where the wind touches our hair
Bamboo bends
The moon hangs low waiting for darkness
A silver disc on a black mountain
Dark thoughts in the silver light
Tickle me, tickle me
And I’ll laugh it all away
The wind screams
Leaves fall
Raindrops on the green lawn
Let me cool my feet
With cold water from the garden hose.
This is beautiful.
Thank you so much Deana. I am glad you like it. I found it yesterday in an old notebook. I am not sure when I wrote it…but it had to be more than five years ago. It was a surprise to me…I found a few others with it!
Tom
I love it! You should be proud if this is one of your first poems…it’s lovely.
Its old but far from a first…I didn’t even remember writing it. Thanks Trina.
Tom
Lovely Tom
Thanks I had this one published this year.