Sunday, August 30, 2015

Your flowers, my books


A second short poem today, for those in the mood, or need, of such.
(Granted, that may be only me.)


Your flowers, my books

Your flowers, my books. We find a place to put them.
I read yours, you hold mine, to your nose.

Your flowers, my books. From showers, to hours.
A love story, true as any, as every rose, knows.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Flowers and books...two of my favorite things.
Beautifully written by my talented friend...the writer.
Friend...another of my favorite joys in life~

William Michaelian said...

And mine. Many thanks, Jan.