Poetry

Birds chirp

wings beating

in the air

a chorus

of frogs below

squirrels chitter

wind rustling

through

last years leaves

reaching out

warm sun

cool breeze

firm yet sways

smooth papery

to touch

yet rough

against

my forehead

pause…

a moment.

J. Belle

Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – time

Photo by Jacqueline Belle

She whispered cautiously

into the ear of time…

take me with you,

she breathed.

Time sat down beside her

and gently caressed her thigh…

move as I flow, my love,

and you will never be left behind.

J. Belle

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