Tiptoed the tight lines of this night
with gifted eye and double-you:
all the dark gowns fell away.
‘Wear your bluest socks, my lover;
wear your Spanish cotton crown.’
We bent toward the dawn in flower,
and, together, we were drawn.
.
Tiptoed the tight lines of this night
with gifted eye and double-you:
all the dark gowns fell away.
‘Wear your bluest socks, my lover;
wear your Spanish cotton crown.’
We bent toward the dawn in flower,
and, together, we were drawn.
.
nickreeves 
Simply superb
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Thank you, Ivor.
Spring, here, has sprung.
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My pleasure Nick .. down here Autumn is open and winter is closing
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How odd this seems to me, Ivor.
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Geelong is two odds seasons away
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beautiful Nick! 💖👏👏👏
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Thanks. Cindy!
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A gifted eye sees the extraordinary in everything, and turns it into music…
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Aye & double woo 🙂
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Well said, Ingrid! I, too, think this is a remarkable poem.
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Class – a perfectly composed poem, Nick.
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Thanks, Eric.
A little tweak here and there perhaps
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Nah, leave it be you nailed it.
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“Steady with the tweaking.”
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Exquisite writing, Nick! 🙂
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Thank you, Cheryl! 🙂
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