|
Warm and slow
like tropical winds blow
beams of love all around
in the stars and on the ground
looking through rose colored specs
makeing the connection between
space me and you
Barbara Taylor Agerton
Come on and wave your hand
across this wondrous land
the breeze does blow
running up the stairs
across the hall and out the window
thinking thoughts have led to the mourge
lying dormant on the floor
creeping slideing wanting more.
Barbara
The Tree
Large extending branches
protecting the rest of us
with her spreading sprawling canopy
sirs if you please
don't cut her down
remember when you climbed her
when you were down
you shared many a secret
you and that tree
Barbara
|
