PAD Challenge Day 15 – prompt: love poem.
Mid November Morning
Frost glistens on the sage
You hold me close
The warmth of your kiss
Lingers upon my lips
We spoke softly
Words of love
Without passion
But deeply felt
We would be seperated
For a time unknown
The Rio Grand flows quietly
Within its’ banks
The walls of the canyon
Reach up to a clear blue sky
How to find this thing called love
Where is it
Like the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
Is it just out of reach
Do we declare
Ourselves to be seekers
On an eternal quest
Seek true love
Fly in unison
Become dark clouds
Scavenge the earth
Uncover hiding places
We are the heart’s
Lonely seekers
We don armor
For protection
Against weather
And disappointments
annellannell 