16th April 2013.



Your yellow embrace
Wipes the tears from my face.
When spring ends
You'll be the death of me.

Let the scene of wild flowers
Flourish from my soul.


Your yellow embrace
Puts a smile upon my face.
When spring ends
You'll be the making of me.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2013-04-16 at 22:55

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Wonderful poem!

I love this one. I read it yesterday and my thoughts often returned to it. It's beautiful, but there's something more. I can't quite put my finger on it, and I think that adds to the appeal. *bookmarked*

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
This is lovely (and brightly colored). I love it!

Applauded pastoral-floral verse!

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wild flowers are nice, but i prefer the tame ones. they don't snap at me nearly as often.

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Well written, John. I love dafodils. I have a graden full of them!