Take my Hand, a poem by Linda Willows

OLandscapeFR16059914-lgMartyn FoxHeart, dear, come along,
we are walking, we are new.

All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.

Round grows the blossoms
turning towards like dancers on cue.

 Feel how the winds lift
motioning color into a maze of new hues.

Heart, dear, take the silence
lest my words become lost in weeping.

Such wonder walks amidst beauty,
forever blessings come in the reaping.

Please, dear, see beyond,
a land there waits to greet.

Heart, dear, take my hand
and let our journey soft to sweet.

© 2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by G. Martin Fox

Love Spill ~a poem by Linda Willows

While gone thee now,
the heart knows not..
it beats
still daring
life its lot.

Landscapes
shifted overnight;
soft illusions
came for light.
Delicates
scraped and
scripted
note…
Love reduced
to sifted quote.

While gone thee now,
the heart knows not still..
it beats
life caring,
daring love spill.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photography by Shari-sulistiawan

“Soul kissed” ~a poem by Linda Willows


Heaven touched my face and lips,
as dew in gentle spirit’s kiss.
It rushed these Petals here for bliss
that I may feel the Soul of such wish.

Only in the gentle midst
Of sacred gather in such mists,
would I come to find the hush
that follows love’s first sacred rush.

That and all born tender such
as Heaven finds my Heart’s love’s touch,
is wondrous, kind and dear to the tips
of Soul met parts of this Heart, when kissed.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Esteban Rios