Muse
Shall I collect the petals as they fall
As you pluck them, leaving a fragrant scent
Will you smile, if I can gather them all
And give them to you, a lover's present
This field of spring covered in soft clover
Painted by the sun with its purest light
Showing new vistas as shades cross over
Covering petals of scented delight
Waves of moving grass across lush meadows
A rolling west wind arrives as we lay
Large birds glide higher becoming shadows
As they follow sunlight floating away
And though the petals fell they did not land
Between us they stayed, still safe in my hand
for the contest Be My Reason
sponsored by Amy Green
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