The Passersby Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

The Passersby



sweet dreams in their eyes
bright as sunshine on flowers
ere the purple falls

they come and they go
each rosy day of our lives
like fruitful seasons

footsteps fade like mist
or brief butterfly visits
on paths of color

The Passersby
Saturday, February 19, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: haiku,people,life,walking,nature,colors,beauty
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