Won't you sit with me, On the patio. Perhaps we could walk, Along the paseo. Either way, It would be nice to talk. Small or large, I'll be sure not to balk. Stop along and smell the flowers, Sitting 'neath tall trees. Listening to beautiful music, Of the chirping chick-a-dees. Won't you walk with me? Talk with me? Be with me?
I was taken with the word paseo the other day as it popped up in my inbox. A lovely work for a poem, I thought. It is my hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!