Comforts

In the comforts of a lazy Sunday afternoon,

you ask all your whys

to the clear blue sky,

as you ponder laying on the green grass,

on the nothings and everything,

of life

poem and image copyright 2016 neha

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All my dreams…

All my dreams,

in pouring rain or clear blue skies,

with snowflakes or butterflies,

rest in the light of your eyes.

 

poem copyright neha 2015 and image from google search

Happy Friday Everyone!

Oreo loves the great weather!

What do you do when you are happy?

I wanted to ask this question to my fellow bloggers 🙂 You can respond to this post as a comment or use it as a prompt and link it to this post when you are done 🙂 Thank you!

 

Memory Lane

Hidden behind the secret garden,

you come back to this place,

time and again,

to drift in the clear blue skies,

and white puffy clouds,

in the sweet scent of white flowers,

their name…

you can never quite remember,

as you lean on the fence,

of  your memory lane,

but you come back,

always come back to this place.

 

Musings

In the comforts of a lazy Sunday afternoon,

you ask all your whys

to the clear blue sky,

as you ponder laying on the green grass,

on the nothings and everything,

of life.

Puddles of Spring

Sun shines on the once clean snow of winter,

melting it to a puddle of spring,

Carefree from the clear blue skies,

it greets everyone on this  Sunday Morning.