Morning..
THE air around was trembling-bright
And full of dancing specks of light,
While butterflies were dancing too
Between the shining green and blue.
I might not watch, I might not stay,
I ran along the meadow way.
The straggling brambles caught my feet,
The clover field was, oh! so sweet;
I heard a singing in the sky,
And busy things went buzzing by;
And how it came I cannot tell,
But all the hedges sang as well.
Along the clover-field I ran
o where the little wood began,
And there I understood at last
Why i had come so far,so fast
On every leaf of every tree
A fairy sat and smiled at me!
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Poem by Rose Fyleman.
2 comments:
Dearest, I came yesterday, but you had not yet posted. However, this place, this perfect, peaceful place has no calendar, does it? It could be Monday, it could be Tuesday. I could wonder, "Where is the Dutchess's 'IIIIIT'S MONDAY' post?" but it's OK if I don't see it on Monday. This peace is timeless, our friendship is timeless. This place I'm seeing and hearing, this is where I always want to be. This is where I pray you are right now. This is where I hope to meet you one day.
:) Love, cat.
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