9 Word Poetry Challenge

simple ~ Spring ~ buds ~ burst ~ wishful ~ thinking ~ sunlight ~ melt ~ snow

Spring arrives
with a burst of fragrance
from the rose buds.
A mixture
of sunlight and rain
brings growth.

As I sit
upon the stone wall
my thoughts meandering,
I ponder millions of things,
Yet I am thinking
only of you.

Wishful my heart
causes my mind to travel.
Of days when you have caused
my heart to melt.
Of walls you brought
tumbling down at my feet.

Of how complex
yet simple our love is.
Of virgin snow
outside the window
of your house
and the warmth inside.

And peace consumes me.

~ 3 June 2014

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