With the sound of crickets comes the evening
The stars are as bright as can be
The essence of all that is lovely
Shows the beauty of you here with me
In the place where our hearts did the calling
And the candor of words we spoke true
And a sigh as we dwell inside nature
Hearts touched with the fresh morning dew
To entwine as the fragrance of flowers
With all that we know and love
in the morning birds singing softly
Like a gift someone sent from above
At rest in the arms of each other
No where to be and nowhere to go
And the hope that we’ve kept for tomorrow
Came round like fresh fallen snow
The Inspiration
I was planning a video script, describing nature, and setting the scene for a memory that once was, which now would have become. As I begin to describe the location I realized it was a poem that I was writing and it had come round like fresh fallen snow. Some poems want to be written - and this was one of those.