Until That Day 3 comments

Tuesday, March 30th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer Until that Day Memories of spring’s sweet scents Mature into summer’s heady heat In autumn’s rest of turning leaves Too soon arrives the lonely frost of winter. I remember those eyes of yours Did you know I’d remember that? I miss you more each season’s passing. Your whisperings follow my steps Some day perchance, in future memory There shall be a reunion of friends Where all will be warm soft winds That touches the soft green hills Until that day there is the promise When faith is the strength that binds And hope is the singing in the distance Where the Bluebirds fly free © September 30, 2003 Marissa A Spencer

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Category: Poetry 

31 Mar 2004 @ 03:11 by jazzolog : On The Breeze
I am touched by this kind of poem Marissa...I mean the content rather than the form. And here I love the form too. My reminiscences tend to be more jagged and scrambled. I like the quiet feeling of this.  

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