Listen to the wind, and the Jay mocking
This is our time now, hands locked and rocking
The lightening bugs, add stars to the sky
Moths crackle bright blue, into the yellow light
Anticipating the everlasting time for keeps
Silence between us, shows our comfort and peace
Cool night breeze brings us closer together
One of the times, we enjoyed this weather
The time that we shared has all but gone
Sunrise surprising, with the early dawn
The jay mocking should have been our cue
So should been the sky’s red, orange and blue
(c) 2013 Michael Yost 03/21
Michael's Lair 
You paint a beautiful portrait of a poignant moment… I love your weave of the colors…
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Thanks for stopping by and your comment. It’s good to see after being off the net for a while. smile
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That jay mocking definitely seems very symbolic.
So glad to see you back in Poetry Pantry again!
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You are obviously surrounded byl inspiration!
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Just the people here in my circle on the net. (not to be confused with Google’s circles) I appreciate you stopping by!
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I like the entire feel of this!
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Thanks Ann. I’ll try and stop by later. Haven’t really been back for sometime.
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Loved this! Loved the rhythm of it and the emotional overlay
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Thanks. I’m glad you stopped by
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So much color, but still, I feel a sense of melancholy.
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Thanks Kim. Trying to catch up.. smile Been slaying dragons lately.
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This is so rich and vivid you really drew me in! Loved =)
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