Silent Sunday mornings,
And things of the past,
Drift past.

Like fond memories and “Oh Dear’s”,
That I hold dear,
Are here, conversing over tea.
Dearly.

Swimming in the warm breeze,
Or wading in the sun,
Or a pat on the back,
Bring back,
So fondly
These memories.

In a white linen dress,
With seams that caress
Skin beautifully bronzed and brazen,
Lain in
The grass.

Gorgeously sensual and sensually gorgeous!

In a white linen dress,
With seams that caress
Skin beautifully bronzed and brazen,
Lain in
The grass.

These words are pure love, and I love them.

Respect and solidarity to you and with you, our dear friend and fellow poet Misty,

+Stevie

Great to be back. I am home once again.. Thanks Stevie