Stopping briefly
to soak in sun
summer trust runs high
The touch
weightless, still
a moment gone
silently as it came
The kiss of the Spirit
received, cherished
captured
This poem was written in reponse to L. L. Barkat's Random Acts of Poetry prompt A Tablespoon of Summer at The High Calling Blogs.
You must have good smelling toes ;)
ReplyDeleteGreat words for a special moment!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely touch ...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Photo and words.
ReplyDeletea moment gone/silently as it came
ReplyDeleteThat's the part that slowed me.
oh! and you got a picture of it!
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