Tryst written by Polly Oliver at Spillwords.com

Tryst

Tryst

written by: Polly Oliver

@Polrocksnbones

 

I want to bring you
the pink wisp hanging alone in the still blue
of this October afternoon;
the brown rustle of dry leaves
excited by my winged feet
and the glow of golden green
in trees touched by the soft eyes of evening.

I want to give you
the house with the whispered
Welsh name on the slumbering lane
that’s woken by my happy steps;
the late flower bursting red through concrete,
and the easy sigh of the darkening sea
kissing the shore of our dreams.

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