thoughts from my mind to yours



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.

free google image/ poem copyright neha 2017


Author: forgottenmeadows

I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.

12 thoughts on “Summer

  1. Delightful words; from the image I can almost smell the meadow warmth mixed with flower essence!

  2. I think this is the first time I’ve seen you use an image that is not yours. I look forward to your photography and your beautiful words.

  3. Beautiful read. I enjoyed it and I could just escape in the picture you chose to compliment your poem.

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