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
forgottenmeadows 
June 12, 2017 at 1:17 pm
Delightful words; from the image I can almost smell the meadow warmth mixed with flower essence!
June 12, 2017 at 5:17 pm
Thank you so much Diana!
June 12, 2017 at 5:59 pm
My pleasure 😊
June 12, 2017 at 5:32 pm
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.
June 13, 2017 at 9:31 pm
Thank you for your kind words and yes this image went with this piece.
June 12, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
June 13, 2017 at 9:31 pm
Thank you for your reblog my friend!
June 14, 2017 at 3:32 am
You are very graciously welcome.
June 13, 2017 at 1:33 am
Very beautiful .
June 13, 2017 at 9:32 pm
Thank you so much!
June 13, 2017 at 6:40 am
Beautiful read. I enjoyed it and I could just escape in the picture you chose to compliment your poem.
June 13, 2017 at 9:32 pm
Thank you kindly!