Remember to remember me in spring
when life is fresh and roses drip with dew
when birds return to nest and start to sing
when we were young, and our intentions true
sweet memories are fading from our view
no summer heat to fan wild passion’s flame
no autumn snaps of cold to shudder through
no endless winter nights as daylight wanes
I’ll be your bonnie lass and you my swain
in spring I know that we can love again.
kat ~ 12 May 2016
(A Decuain (pronounced deck•won) poem created by Shelley A. Cephas, made up of 10 lines, which can be written on any subject. There are 10 syllables per line and the poem is written in iambic pentameter. There are 3 set choices of rhyme scheme: ababbcbcaa, ababbcbcbb, or ababbcbccc.)
May 12th, 2016 at 10:38 pm
So beautiful!
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May 13th, 2016 at 6:04 am
When I first saw the yellow rose bloom I wanted to do a poem about remembering. I have mulled this around all week. Thanks Lynn.
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May 13th, 2016 at 9:25 am
Lovely!
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May 12th, 2016 at 11:13 pm
This is so sweet, Kat! xo
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May 13th, 2016 at 11:09 am
Thanks Kathryn. 🙂
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May 14th, 2016 at 5:58 pm
Very sweet poem Kat!
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May 14th, 2016 at 6:01 pm
Thanks Mandi. 🙂
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