One crisp spring morning
you went out into the garden
in your underwear and my boots
to dance among the early shoots
of tulips and hyacinth: a nature nymph
in love with the air and the earth.
Nature Nymph
Poetry
Poetry
One crisp spring morning
you went out into the garden
in your underwear and my boots
to dance among the early shoots
of tulips and hyacinth: a nature nymph
in love with the air and the earth.