My pond is yours to dip in play of spring,
and slowly dance on warm night's scented bliss,
where lovers meet to find in growth a kiss,
then plant the ground with sweetened mouths that sing.
Our hearts in summer fly from lift of heat,
where water bathes in passions we explore,
as humid wind and sunshine rock the shore,
while lazy naps in grasses cool our feet.
In fall I find our love grows deep in hue
and porches swirl with leaves where we are snug,
no longer barren trees, embraced by hug,
entwined with swaying nature in our view.
My pond is yours in winter's breath of frost
we warmed from seasons kissed before they're lost.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-05-11 at 10:07
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