little days
Winding wound a windmill Blue
Dancing like we used to do
skylark breeze and Jasmine air
loving grass on feet kicked Bare
A moment’s World for us to hold
a Memory so gently sold
the child’s Season long but passed
Eternal summer cannot last.
<Deleted User> (5646)
Thu 19th Feb 2009 10:45
Your poem is soooo sweet.
I saw the colour of summer in the pic.
All lavender blue hues.
Lovely. :-)
Janet.x