She sighed,
watching the glimmer of the crisp fall morning
feeling the cold breeze against her face,
her heart refreshed with peace,
floating in the distant skies.
poetry copyright neha 2018/ image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to Sue’s photo prompt: Glimmer #Writephoto
Let me find hope…
In the gentlest of whispers,
which stops the loudest of screams,
in the deepest of love,
where my heart can lean,
and find its way back from the darkest nights,
as I lay my mind, on the first morning light…
let me find hope.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
Sometimes the ache
overwhelms your heart
All alone
On the green fields of sun
It finds solace in the shade
Only yesterday,
you were collecting summer dreams…
in a fistful of sunshine
and heart full of hope,
and now you lay,
on the cool green grass
and watch them fall
in golden hues and crimson reds
like the open sky above you,
flying gently in the autumn breeze,
only yesterday…
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
I followed the stars in your eyes,
to sunrise
and brought them back home
to my heart.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
And when you find all the little pieces,
scatter them back to the winds…
For they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers,
who find themselves in the sky.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
You slip away
like a morning dream,
fading, in the bliss of sunshine,
in the forgotten meadows of fall.
free google image | poem copyright neha 2018
