The evening after
tasseled and thirsty cornfields
drink three inches rain,
Trio of stars fall
as August meteor show
streaks the southern skies;
Three couples huddle
around campfire’s glowing blaze
warmed by friendship’s bonds.
God, who gives good gifts,
lives holy love triangle;
mysterious One.
a poem in my pocket 
Aug 14, 2013 @ 13:11:01
I like the plays of 3s ~ Mysterious indeed ~ Nice to meet you ~
In the future, kindly link up the specific post URL, instead of your blog name, so its easy to find & read the post you have linked up ~ Happy week ~
Aug 14, 2013 @ 15:31:47
Thanks for the tip, Grace, and for hosting at dVerse poets’ pub…glad I found y’all!
Aug 14, 2013 @ 06:24:18
oh nice….sitting with friends around a campfire under a meteor shower… that’s just better than any movie…right..? makes me wanna go and camp again – haven’t for quite a bit… oh.. and warm welcome at dVerse… nice to meet you…
Aug 14, 2013 @ 15:34:02
Nice to meet you as well! This campfire was in our farm grove but love to roam with our camper too 🙂
Aug 14, 2013 @ 04:33:06
There always seems to be a kind of magic in threes. Sometimes that bond seems to form a chain of being from the seas to the heavens that ends in a universal oneness. Well written.
Aug 14, 2013 @ 15:37:26
Thanks for reading my scribblings and leaving your kind comment, Gay. What’s amazing to me is that the One who created this universal beauty has revealed himself to us.
Aug 14, 2013 @ 02:38:06
smiles…sounds like god gave them a show as well in the sky to love by….
Aug 14, 2013 @ 15:41:15
Yep, it’s his show, Brian! I visited WaystationOne last night and have to say your poetry is well…gutsy. (Hope that’s taken as a compliment.)