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by Becca Morton

She walked through mist, face down
Playfully tossing the wet grass between her toes.
She could hear the stream speaking to it’s stones
Those young autumn mornings were intoxicating.

She thought to capture it in her heart.

And when the leaves began to crisp
Underneath her dancing feet
She knew to make a memory of it.

When winter came she dreamed of love
She watched the snowflakes rest upon her eyelashes
They knew there was nowhere else quite as safe

When winter passed and the snow was gone
She inhaled the warmth of the fresh spring air
And tussled the curls upon her head
And let them down to be free again.

The drizzling rain couldn’t hold her back
For she needed the scent of the flowers
She lived off the green in the trees

And the warm summer nights greeted her kindly
They laughed as she danced amongst the stars
And fell back into the over grown fields

For her dreams would carry her into tomorrow.

03/03/2010

Posted on 03/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 Becca Morton

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/22/11 at 03:43 PM

Okay, I'm officially a fan of Becca Morton. Have you checked out Richard Vince? I'm going to tell him about you.

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