a dream of shelter and
time enough to sleep and
wake restored
cradled on soft furnishings,
cheek tweed-grazed, the
curtains drawn close to
block out the late-morning
light, your tulips bursting forth
in serried ranks, precise
swathes of color borne out
of his handiwork, vibrant bands
shimmering, dancing, in the breeze
No comments:
Post a Comment