a july evening

you first kissed me
in front of the porch light
our entwined shadows stretching
far into the gloaming
where the fireflies twinkled

 

Thanks Bard for the shadows

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Mar 18, 2013 @ 01:18:19

    gloaming – such a fine word. I think fireflies shine on dream power and magic.

    Reply

  2. Steve
    Mar 18, 2013 @ 01:41:47

    Very nice! And I agree, ‘gloaming’ is nice tiouch.

    Reply

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  4. Susan L Daniels
    Mar 18, 2013 @ 03:21:37

    Oh, I love the images you paint with your words.

    Reply

  5. Eric
    Mar 18, 2013 @ 14:52:21

    Yes, I had to look that word up. I admit it. I am a heathen! 😉 If you paint images with words, dear, then I believe that you dabbed the tip of your brush into the shade called Love… You have a wonderful writing style, Mims. Your choice of words reflect a thousand shades meaning in just a few stanzas. You must be an elven princess… 🙂 E

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  6. deanabo
    Mar 18, 2013 @ 20:42:26

    A beautiful memory.

    Reply

  7. unfetteredbs
    Mar 19, 2013 @ 00:49:46

    lovely summer evening. You do so much with so little. Wonderful

    Reply

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