Shimmering light

Shimmering light
The lily pond.

Deep water.

The music of your eye

The touch of your arm

Your always honey smell.
I love.

Rustling trees in a row,
A wide green lawn;
People stoop to see small flowers.

A snail on the path.
The perfecton of the shell.
I believe

Unusually tall dandelions
at the edge of this wood
Wave in the warm west wind.
We smile.

Sitting pen in hand
I wonder what I would have written
In all the letters I’ve not sent you.

Far away on the Ridgeway,
Cars,seem small as ants,
Rush towards the motorway.

They make us laugh.

How green the meadows are
How fresh the old trees.

I gaze at you.
I find I am.
It’s mutual.
I thank you.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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