silk
i pass mosaics of
late afternoon trees
blooming grandness
only for her
the sun settles low
caressing the leaves
as if to sush them
for the winds have ravaged
fiercely this week
gusts subside but for the few
sweet moments
and we send love notes
in the calm
because our hands know not the boundaries
of one another's
whilst we yearn
for such a delicate luxury
cheltee2tan
Such eloquence and serenity within your words and the moments you describe, laying them ever so gently upon the page as if to preserve their delicacy and timeless beauty. Amazing.
Such eloquence and serenity within your words and the moments you describe, laying them ever so gently upon the page as if to preserve their delicacy and timeless beauty. Amazing.
Alison Cassidy
The poet lover sees every leaf with freshly laundered eyes. I love 'blooming grandness' and 'because our hands know not the boundaries of one another's. A 'delicate luxury' indeed! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The poet lover sees every leaf with freshly laundered eyes. I love 'blooming grandness' and 'because our hands know not the boundaries of one another's. A 'delicate luxury' indeed! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Drawn to this as a ravaged leaf is shushed Wade - - exquisite wording.