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i would hang out in your little cottage
as trees swayed in the wind
humming our song, laughing at the end

my lap was your pillow
as we talked with our friends
and the scent of dewdropped flowers tickled our noses

no chaos, just contentment
full of promises and love
the warmth of the sun in spring
in little thank you garden

will it still welcome me when i come home?
Nylee Sep 2020
You were fresh out of September
Dewdrops touching my face

a bright day
A sunny smile
the star lighting me up

A patch of pink and blue

but with rainy nights
and windy breezy evenings

The sweaters of November
will suit you too
.
minute dewdrops clung
onto the tall grass blades
earlier this morning
Anastasia Jun 2019
i am night-locked
this sudden darkness makes me wonder
if the sun is blocked
or is it some sort of punishment
whatever it is
i don't mind
some people forget
the sun blinds
i prefer
the cool night
and to hang out
with the fireflies
mountains whisper
to me a secret bliss
and my cheeks
the moonlight likes to kiss
dewdrops
and dusky roses
night-lock
is awfully lovely
when you have
firefly friends
and flowers
in your hair
and perfume
on the wind.
i love the night <3
AD Letwixt Oct 2018
Dewdrops on the grass
Shudder in the new sun
as they disappear
Poetic T Apr 2018
Moist in there giving,
            but woeful are the
dewdrops that evaporate
                      clinging to verses.


Momentary metaphors dispersing
          before others acknowledgment
of there potential.
                    
But still clinging to dawns  perception.
                Reading  between every analogy,
That all that dehydrates can sew new seeds.
Poetic T Apr 2018
Dewdrop diamonds glisten,
                  beauty in a morning,
but allure dissolves,
                                after time.

All that is left is evaporated
      memories,
                 of the morning
                                 of our life.
Richard Grahn Aug 2017
Yearning for sunlight
In this warm summer daydream
My stem reaches out

From the moist earth around me
Into the sunshine
I reach out for the heavens
Just learning to sprout

In the breath of the morning
Down by the river
With the crisp air around me
I  bask in the glow

In the still of the daylight
Warmed by its bright rays
Mesmerized by the dewdrops
I can now cast my shadow
Started this poem about a week ago.  Then my body decided to have a stroke. Spent four days in the hospital and then came back and finished the poem. A brush with mortality can surely sharpen the senses. All is well though.
Donna Jun 2017
O so quietly
Dewdrops sparkle like diamonds
Insects feel like kings
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