Time

First poem in a while~

Time

A soft whisper in the breeze,
The soothing murmur of love.

A tiny stroke of ease,
in the soft rustle of doves.

Will we have time?
If we stand here watching

In the satisfaction of a rhyme,
laying under the raven's wing.

Will we have time?
If we stand here waiting,
for the roar of springtime
is coming in full swing.