She Called

Early morning, when waiting for a message from someone, this poem started to grow. It took further form while I was out walking and completed on my return home.





She Called - 16 Feb 11

I woke early
And heard her calling
To me
I went to her
The wind at my back
Urging me
Onward
To where
She waited



I went to her side
She was very pleased
To see me
She clapped her hands
In joy
She danced
And offered me
A cup of her wine








This is another experiment in illustrated poetry - I feel that it works, any comments will be welcomed - especially if they are polite [said he with a smile].