My Druthers

February 11, 2011 coothoots

My Druthers

I’d write of ripples air moves,
blueberries in a borrowed bowl,
streams in half light,
the rush of where rapids curve,
the first day you swore love to me,
how sunlight spills on your knees,
presses my thighs,
the gentle wind’s romp
in waves of lemon,
and never tell you I love thunderstorms,
and say goodbye in not so many words.

It has been cold in Carolina! I hope everyone is staying warm. Sarah

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