after illness

the river
is
slow
and low
today

the flow
tinkle
tangles
o'er
half dry rocks

my path
is
almost
almost
o'ergrown

foot shy
flowers
trick
my way
with
yellow suns
green bindings
white shy
blue dazzlers

below
my ducks
a family
new
drift by

three bright
one slight
all
growing

it must be
the third season
now
yes three Springs
have flowered
past mine eyes

and yet
for the
first time
a vine
blooms
purple light
above
the cottage door
that could have been
my home




Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-05-05 at 14:14

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speachless again...*bookmarked
Lilly xxx
2007-05-05


Zoya Zaidi
Peter it is so beautiful, it pains my heart to read it...
(((Big fond hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-05-05