Seeing the gentle quiver
of your smile
reminds me of
the ripples in the pond
when the first water lily
broke cover
fragile opaline petals
the curve of your lips.
Seeing the gentle quiver
of your smile
reminds me of
the ripples in the pond
when the first water lily
broke cover
fragile opaline petals
the curve of your lips.
There’s a touch of romance
in the garden
the fence posts led by coy breezes
in a gentle dance
between secret admirers
until the mood turns
and the wind becomes belligerent
destroying something beautiful
simply because
- it can.
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Take it easy,
Paul
the bronze leaves
are tenderly hurtling
to the forest floor
a patchwork quilt of
misfortune and malaise
sewn and laid
by rattling clunking gusts
the ash, beech and birch
succumb
to their own stark beauty
This poem was originally published on my Instagram/Twitter to celebrate National Poetry Day
Thanks for reading.