Yearling Song
A timid, shrinking flower, pink
embraced by the autumn cold.
One rolling green and amber leaf
in this pale hand to hold.
What may I give that you will know
to cherish that which I bring?
What may I give that I might show
the words to the song I sing?
Two slender blades of summer grass
fresh with the morning dew.
A flowered weed from the sidewalk crack.
I bring all I have to you.
What summer snow flake to press to your heart?
What winter sun to your soul?
What gift to make these yearling notes
the song of a gentle doe?
Margot
copyright
1971
This is just a sweet poem i would like to share.?
I love this poem, but isn't there a way you can get it out more?
Reply:I have one too...
You and me in an apple tree,
I'm holding you, you're holding me,
I wish this moment could go on and on,
But then I pushed you, and now you're gone.
Reply:that was a very pretty poem ill have to find a copy to hang on my wall.
Reply:Don't make love behind your garden gate......love is blind but the neighbor ain't.
Reply:that is pretty good
Reply:It's beautiful
Reply:awwwww i love it!!!!!!!
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