John P. Snelling

                                                     Periwinkle Eyes  There’s grace in how she meets the dawn, Perfection brushed but never drawn. A taller frame, a poised command, A gentle heart, a steady hand. Her grooming neat, her humor dry, But a flicker hides behind her eye. She knows her worth but doesn’t boast, She loves her kin and guards them most. A whisper soft, a truth that stays, She moves through life in measured ways. Yet a passion’s fire still hides behind  Her soft and sweet periwinkle eyes                                                  John Snelling                                             ...