Under blushed blue skies.
Spring spills it’s secrets,
in a covid testing line.
Singing the poets plight,
I revisit my youth.
And that first tender kiss,
tall in my mouth –
and wanting more.
Shades of days gone by
Under blushed blue skies.
Spring spills it’s secrets,
in a covid testing line.
Singing the poets plight,
I revisit my youth.
And that first tender kiss,
tall in my mouth –
and wanting more.
A Wandering Poet 