￼ Waking to hushed breaths Like the mists of the morning Waiting for the warmth
Angel feathers fall An incessant blanketing Like beneath white sheets Holding each other so close Melting together in love
There are nights Those warm summer nights Sunset’s slipped Moon’s waking Cicadas serenading When we know, just know
Soothing strokes of promised spring, They trace the wrinkles of my soul. There is an awakening within / without- And I sense something amazing to happen- Something unfurling as an opening bud. ‘Is this Spring,’ I ask the warming sun. My smiling shadow nods yes.
I remember last summer, When azure swept the sky, The birds were all tweeting, The clouds rushing by; Soft rushes were hushing Kissed by the south wind, The winter’s cold memory Into past did rescind. I stood by the lakeside And searched the landscape, I can’t remember for what, As my thoughts it escapes. But I […]
It’s raining out the window But I’m sat in the heat The sound of coffee brewing Feeling so replete The water it is washing Across the streets in sheets But I don’t care a bit Sat in my leather seat Though soon I’ll have to go My drink it does deplete And then the pouring rain Will lap about my feet Perhaps I’ll have another And wait […]
There’s a warm wind sweeping the streets A remnant of a summer long gone The memory is a pleasant surprise As I watch autumn leaves blow across my path