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.
