Thursday, March 9, 2017

The Sun Is On My Face

Feet up on the porch railing,

Wicker chairs creak 

with each laugh or sigh.

Words gushing in torrents,

And moments of still,

The ebb and flow of news and memories.

The sun is on my face,

A friend is at my side,

The world slows down 

for just a little while.

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2 comments:

  1. Lisa KeelerMarch 9, 2017 at 3:55 PM

    Love this poem. Moments like this, when life slows for a moment are so precious. I love that it is a slow moment but the words are flowing in torrents. Yay for you writing such a beautiful poem Anna.

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  2. aileenhowerMarch 10, 2017 at 6:36 AM

    My favorite lines: Wicker chairs creak; The world slows down

    for just a little while. So beautiful.

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