Post by eiken on May 30, 2013 2:57:17 GMT -6
East winds swoop sleet
across a bleached sky,
cherry blossoms rusty
with rain.
I seek colour
in rose sunsets
and in juice, squeezed
from blood oranges.
I shine fireside mirrors,
buff wooden floors
sparkle glass tabletops
polish chestnut sofas
and settle in the sheen
of my sitting room.
I burn a rose scented candle,
kindle flames in the wood stove,
place a patchwork blanket
around my knees,
lush green fields
of budding spring.
I see sand and blue seas
in a collection of shells
piled high in a crystal bowl.
Cobalt skies flash
from a pot of grape hyacinths
and the yellow glow of warmth
nods from tête à tête
on the windowsill.
On stormy days,
I seek the light within.
across a bleached sky,
cherry blossoms rusty
with rain.
I seek colour
in rose sunsets
and in juice, squeezed
from blood oranges.
I shine fireside mirrors,
buff wooden floors
sparkle glass tabletops
polish chestnut sofas
and settle in the sheen
of my sitting room.
I burn a rose scented candle,
kindle flames in the wood stove,
place a patchwork blanket
around my knees,
lush green fields
of budding spring.
I see sand and blue seas
in a collection of shells
piled high in a crystal bowl.
Cobalt skies flash
from a pot of grape hyacinths
and the yellow glow of warmth
nods from tête à tête
on the windowsill.
On stormy days,
I seek the light within.