A return to Romantacism
If you had caught the way I did, Tree-dappled sun break across her face to fleck pied eyes with gold light, till the stillness was stolen by playful grin;
Had you beheld the heads of foxglove bow and bate the breath of summer breeze to confront her knuckles with a kiss;
Or bore ears to hear the beauty of branches and the brook and bullfinches sing to match her giggling;
You may have gave your lungs over to the verdure and noted that each stolen breath be not one that you miss.
© Nathan Marc Adams
#WhisperingNature
@Writco
Had you beheld the heads of foxglove bow and bate the breath of summer breeze to confront her knuckles with a kiss;
Or bore ears to hear the beauty of branches and the brook and bullfinches sing to match her giggling;
You may have gave your lungs over to the verdure and noted that each stolen breath be not one that you miss.
© Nathan Marc Adams
#WhisperingNature
@Writco