Written for:  Carpe Diem #1084 Serenade (Schubert)

a new day rises
birds sing their own little song
leaves joining
the mountain stream babbles forth
reflecting the sun beams … a light show

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

wait for me
do not leave this earth just yet–
I am coming


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Serenade

  1. Cressida says:

    Poignant and a good match to the serenade.

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  2. Strong emotions in this one Sara.


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