NATURE’S PERFECT MIRROR

I accepted the challenge on Linkedin to write a new version of A Perfect Summer Day that rhymes; now, it’s a love poem.

Broad brushstrokes of blue and gray
Meet to greet the perfect day.
The meandering swipes of teal
Mirror how you make me feel.
The foaming white swells drift apart,
As your kiss lingers in my heart.
My fingers reach for the brush,
But I tell my mind to hush.
No painting needed today
To capture the perfect day.
Nature speaks of the time
When you were only mine.

NO PAINTING REQUIRED

 

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet at the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of the purest white

to rise from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy to diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

A PERFECT DAY

niadil:
A PERFECT DAY

Open the window.
Let in the fresh breeze.
A salty ocean breeze.
Ruffling through your hair.
A mist on your face.
What can be more perfect?
The view.
A view of the ocean.
The waves.
The white sand.
What can be more perfect?
The sounds of seagulls.
As they soar through the sky.
Through the puffy clouds.
What can be more perfect?
The sun.
Shining in the sky.
Giving warmth and hope to all.