Autumn Sailing.
In a seedbed of dreams and hopes;
petal-soft memories wait to break
cover as we run in the spaces between
tears, ever hopeful of not getting wet.
This woodland seascape with its green
white noise percolates through the void;
quenching my soul’s unrelenting thirst
with its verdant perfume.
The rising mist augurs the arrival of
a seasonal change; the clock ticks over
unheard and I carry my own rainbow,
oblivious to the forecast anymore.
| Thoughts imagined, highlighted appropriately in a fancy font. A corner secretly nibbled from a celebratory cake before the candles are even extinguished. Love slips silently between shade and light like the glint of a tail fin seen unexpectedly in a tranquil pool. Pebbles skim the surface and we're all just a hopscotch step away from the daisy filled meadows of the Summerland. |
An avenue of squat palms and the
cascading yellow of Mimosa pompoms
on a journey that seems endless;
racing swallows through the stirring
skeletons of ancient vineyards.
Oranges trussed up in red nets
punctuate the dusty roadside
waiting patiently on tired,
old trestle tables shaded from
the early sun by a faded, lilac sheet.
And the blue bucket and yellow spade
are overawed by the white sea foam.
Did the lobster ever claw its way out
and ask if there was sugar?
There’s sand left between the pages
unturned, unfinished thoughts and
conversations hang achingly near.
Buttermilk facades reflect the
gentle warmth, coaxing burgeoning
growth on the fecund fig; green
polyps of promise for a luscious,
lazy lunch later in the season.
White star flowers polka-dot the
lemon tree already heavy with
tantalising citrus tears. Sprigs of
verdant mint spike upwards
pushing rebelliously through
sun-bleached decking.
Lavender flags line the
route to the pretty pale
alabaster memorials
where floral wreaths mark
the place where earthly love
was laid to rest.
And tied up with pretty, pink
ribbon a basket wrapped in
cellophane; a gift for a life’s
new beginning.
