Snow walk
branching reverie
missing her
She dazes my daydream
suffuses the day
Her tickle thoughts
laugh me
warm walking
a leaf
a scarf
An inner sky
blue calm.
I’m coming.
Soon a touch
being her
will giggle me all over
A bird is amused,
chirps
I sing,
flying home
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert
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