we’ll tarry
an orchard,
comparin’
an apple
to a pear;
are fallen
petals as
fair, midair,
ask a bard,
her minstrel,
his jongleur,
who partner
& regard
an instep
& leap as
they are —
shall I care —
they are knot,
troubadour,
do I dare,
uncertain
while we card,
by inch o’er
the yard
our yarn,
careless
of alarm,
or whether
one time,
what time,
who to warn
ayaladn 
Loved it. Your Medieval references were not lost on me. I had a vivid image from a Book of Hours. >KB
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Thank you, KB, now there’s an occupation: patience, gold leaf…
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This poem has such a cute sound to it!
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I was trying to write a harlequin romance,
and thank you, there is some fun in it.
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That’s a really neat idea 🙂
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Thanks, again >j
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the message only as good as the messenger’s stage ….. 🙂
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Thankfully then, out of doors on the lawn… &
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