Below the willow’s bough we hid
from warmth, a dragonfly and I.
I whispered words, and danced amid
the leaves with emeralds as eyes,
that day she lulled me softly numb,
I fell asleep, and in my mind
you came, you filled forgotten months
with subtle lies; again so kind
and innocent as summer’s wind.
Today Kerry inspires us with foreign words at toads to write 55 word poems. Will also link to Poetry Pantry tomorrow.