Sunday, April 15, 2018


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"So loud you cry Christmas, it comes" -- Fran├žois Villon

Magical the beach where the sand lives,
And lurking around the bend from Summer;
Autumn, with its box of crayola colours.
Child's play in the hand of creation's plan.
Comets in their glory tell,
Stories of birth and majesty.
You wish upon a twinkle and, light
Smiles in favour of action taken to trust.
Rewards are truly sweet delicious bites
In life's bountiful repast.
ESTABLISHED © gillena cox 2018

15 April 2015
established 2017
wishes 2016

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April 15; Serendipity And A Poet
I am prompting today