When Possibilities Bloom

From my poetry collection…

When Possibilities Bloom, by Pamela Leavey

In the spring
when possibilities bloom 
with all the fervor 
of young love,
there is doorway, 
that opens,
for the soul that seeks
to search the buds
for the perfect 
flower. 
 
There 
in that doorway 
there
is the magic,
of hearts colliding 
with nature 
in the dance
of the fairies
on the hill 
with the sun setting.

I will wait there
until night falls
and watch 
the stars twinkle,
and you will 
hold me close,
until the dawn light
creeps up over the hill
and I awake,
from the dream.

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