We clasped hands and slipped away
with the horses down the lane
into the meadow. Red-winged blackbirds
held chorus in the cattails
where the cattle drank. The creek had a rush
to compliment the laugh of the mallard ducks
and the air was abuzz with dragonflies.
I remember your face freckled and petite
as we knelt to pick orchids and kissed.
We snipped bouquets to freshen our nest
cradled in limbs of an ancient tree; paradise
where we carved our names, sunbathed
bare-naked, satiated and carefree.
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From HeartWood by Richard Rensberry, to be published December 2016 by QuickTurtle Books®
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Nice one, Rico!
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This is beautiful, it brings to mind springtime, cool fragrant breezes, and new love, the kind that consumes.
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Glad you liked it.
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Some very strong imagery that grabs your mind in this post! -OM
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Thanks for the share. Means a lot.
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Yeah… Like me mom! Lol! Jk… Sort of! 😉
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Yup, just like some people.
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Very pretty swans! They are very pretty animals but they are also dangerous and sassy… 😉
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