I'm tired of
of rain and grey mists.
I want fists full of flowers
and red gingham checked cloths
in fields full of endless secrets.
To dream of glittering rivers that go
on endless journeys.
I'll lie on my back in soft green grass
looking up at pink balloons
drifting off
into a pale blue sky
all the while dreaming of you
the places we have been
and wondering if the longing in my heart
to see them all again
will ever stop.
These dreams,
these butterflies
in my hair
Reading
The complete poems of Robert Frost
Loving
Life, coffee and Laura Ashley
Longing for
Summer
I'm so glad you are on the mend :) thats always good to hear.
ReplyDeleteIts been nothing but wet and windy here too :( the sun has kissed my skin only a few days so far this year and I'm longing for some sunny days. I can't believe we are only days away from the longest day, and then once again slowly the nights starts to draw in, this cannot be allowed, I havent enjoyed one evening yet in the garden!
Take care my lovely and as always its such a joy to read your words x x x H
H
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my darling, as ever for your loving , loving words.
They mean the world to me.
They really do.
Anna
xxxx