No matter the grey

Gold cherry

By lenchenelf

Fri, 04 Dec 2020
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Soggy bottomed, he snatches my heart

to sail circles in paper boats, floated on puddles

poured to order. ,

Wellies and watering-can glow

an unseasonal hue, beyond my planting,

blessed, by his boggy splash, squeal,

two year olds' span of imagination;

a light undimmed in winter dusk.

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Submitted by airyfairy on

The magic of a child's imagination is enough to brighten the darkest winter day.  This beautiful poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

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Submitted by lenchenelf on

You are very kind

all the best

L xx

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

Lovely poem. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Loved this

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

Mark and Di-Hard, pleased you enjoyed it.

all the best

Lxx