A DAY AT THE BEACH

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A day at the beach

So far from my reach.

I could smell the salt air

As it flows through my hair.

The white sand is so soft

As it holds me aloft.

I want to be there

Instead of my chair.

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THE WHITE PICKET FENCE

coiour-my-world: “Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont ” A walk down a country road, not knowing what it may hold. Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet, walking fast is no easy feat. I need to get home to make dinner, I’d hoped the walk would make me...

 

coiour-my-world:

Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont

A walk down a country road,

not knowing what it may hold.

Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,

walking fast is no easy feat.

 

I need to get home to make dinner,

I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.

But I need to slow down and breath the air,

as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.

 

My steps follow the white picket fence,

the other side makes me cold and tense.

The huge dog jumps high in the air,

his eyes white dots on his black hair.

 

He whimpers and walks closer to me,

his dark eyes as wide as can be.

He lifts a large paw to the gate,

as I slow down my frenzied gait.

 

I stop in place to pet his head,

I know I have just made my bed.

I will now be home late for dinner,

but the dog knows I’m still the winner.

 

I have stopped to smell the flowers,

I’m refreshed with superpowers.

I race home with new resolve,

no more time puzzles to solve.

 

SWEPT AWAY

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SWEPT AWAY

Lights twinkle on the horizon.

A horizon tinted pink by the night.

I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.

A trade wind follows me.

I’m being swept away.

By the view.

By the lights.

By the beauty.

A contented sigh drifts on the wind.

WHITE COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY

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From inside my dark room,

I watch the clouds drift by.

Puffy, white cotton balls

dotting the blue sky.

Dare I leave my safe haven

and venture outside?

I’ll wait until tomorrow

as they float on by.

 

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

 

A walk down the street.

Fragrances so sweet.

White cobblestones line the way.

Here is where I want to stay.

Away from the madding crowd.

A place where I can be proud.

This will be my home.

I don’t need a phone.

All I need is a soft bed

To lay down my weary head.

Fishermen’s cries will awake me

To begin my day by the sea.

HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL

 

What can be better

than sitting on a bench

in the warm weather,

watching people, and

daydreaming?

Nothing.

 

opticallyaroused:

 

Warm weather,

soft winds,

pretty blooms,

are all part of the

best time of year.

Welcome to spring.

 

Spring = Flowers.

 

Hope springs eternal.

Enjoy the new season!

 

TO DREAM

 

 

 

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t care.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness,
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.