How looks my love at dawn
in Spring
the air a festive vase
of hope
to lord each sprout of truth
with praise
and sing what only birds
announce
Her steps become a
garden path
her breath a fragrance
o’er the hills
to dance with future,
present, past
and spin each partner
—time undone
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Leading The Blind
Charted lanes of custom,
complacency alights
familiarity trumping all
—mindless in the night
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Wow…I love this one very, very much!
Thank you for sharing this divine poem.
Laura🌻
My pleasure Laura.
'Her steps become a
garden path
her breath a fragrance
o’er the hills
to dance with future,
present, past
and spin each partner
—time undone'..
if only, it was that easy
but still
what a beautiful image, to ponder
and wish for, my friend
Again, I thank you.
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