Apple Blossom Rain
I sit with you, early morning spring
The apple blossoms floating down
Like fragrant, soft rain
As we laugh, we lift the veil on our lives
Now free to explore each other
Let’s see how we fit as one
Our experiences to share
As innocents pursuing discovery
I place a soft petal against your lips
Sparkling dew adds a layer of loveliness
Our lips brush,
The warmth of the morning grows
Our hearts beat loudly
Calling to each other,
Across a void of miles, embracing
Accepting no differences now
Your head rests upon my chest
Apple blossoms falling like spring rain
Their fragrance sweet and innocent
We are in a perfect place
We are content
I would like to thank Michael from Morpethroad for helping me once again to write this poem. I had writer’s block and he came to the rescue. Please go visit Michael’s blog and say hi! Thank you
You have done well Jackie, great image as well. Exploring emotions is an engaging pursuit.
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Yes it is, and thank you again for your help.
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Lots of warmth in this poem! Love blooms in the spring.
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Well I think it’s more like I have spring fever lol…thanks tiny!
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I agree you have done well. Nice metaphors all through out.
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Thank you Kim, I”m learning.
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Jackie P, Such a sweet, gentle, and wonderful journey, this poem. THANK YOU for sharing it, honey. Hopefully, spring is on its way to you! Hugs and kisses, BigLizzy
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Thank you Lizzy! hugs!
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