You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.
poem and image copyright2015 neha
forgottenmeadows 
June 23, 2015 at 8:13 pm
I love this one Neha 🙂 ❤
June 23, 2015 at 11:27 pm
Thank you so much Trini ❤
June 24, 2015 at 4:00 am
Beautiful 🙂
June 24, 2015 at 8:57 am
Thank you so much Jacqueline 🙂