Casting the light

Isn't it wonderful

when we steal  days from summer?

I loved it that the bank holidays were kissed

by summers love.

We ate out in our garden

for almost four nights on a row,

even though the evening breeze was strong.

Working in a closed environment makes me

long for  fresh air.

On velvet mornings

I take my breakfast outside.

Watching the soft first light of day

pouring over my face

with silver fingers~

fills me with peace.

I picture pale blue and pink orchids

and the strains of the Royal wedding music

come weeping quietly again;

into my waiting,

wanting heart.

Spiritually, the music of the royal wedding

moves me still.

I never was one for the strumming guitars in church.

Give me the strains of someone playing an organ with all

the stops pulled out any day.

May is melting,

melting quietly into June.

My words here,

few and far between.

Nostalgia soaking out of my pores.

Words melting in my hands

as you unbutton my heart,

once more.

How do you do that to me?





Quote of the day
* It's easy to be a writer.* * You just sit down at your desk and bleed.*
Ernest Hemingway


Drinking
Breakfast coffee

Eating
Brioche rolls with honey

Hoping
I can get the player for song of the day to work

Dreaming of
You, always always you.