I noticed the attempts of birds to meet you in the quiet moments of the year, the sigh that sometimes comes from having two long wings of rain Your hair of dark straw adrift in the snowy fields mostly it was the dress you wore like mumbling flowers or the rhythm of it taking notes on the strain of silence like the path of a sun-bleached star with eyes always watching the distance from mouth to song
{Your hair of dark straw adrift in the snowy fields mostly it was the dress you wore like mumbling flowers or the rhythm of it taking notes on the strain of silence like the path of a sun-bleached star} Gorgeous...very very poetic, gentle strokes and lots of beauty.
I'm extremely impressed. This is the first poem that I read here- and I think it is quite good. The images in the poem were very vivid and alive. Thanks!
