Her home on the hill

November 13, 2015 Art, Poetry, Rainbows 0

by Lilly Baxley
Poetry

She sits in quiet sunlight

Valleys rush by her side,

On top of a green hill

Flowers as her guide.

Alone is her love,

only sun to keep her warm

no worries of others

letting her go.

Flowers dance for her

between blades of grass,

Wind movies its petals

as well as her dress.

Her home on the hill

where no fears reside

simple things don’t bother here

simple things like time.

Why worry about the past

when her present is clear?

No one can penetrate her happiness

when she is here.

The Author

About Lilly Baxley

Stage manager, theater lover, artist in various forms. poetry writer and wannabe killer of zombies! (Michonne in the making)

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