I don't
understand why
my mind
drifts to thoughts
of you, in the
spring when I'm
alone in the woods.
The dew is on the
grass, and the small
flowers begin to
bud, the petals
slippery and wet,
glistening in the
morning
sun.
The birds sing
their symphonies of
praise, and the trees,
***** and strong, reach
to the waiting sky.
The rain shoots
down, and I
rest.
(This is a repost)
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read my poetry. This reading is from an open mic I did via Zoom in Iowa City.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOOnc9BpmIg
www.thomaswcase.com
My book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse is available on Amazon.com