Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Mornings with sunshine

I have woken up from an old dream
And I look around...
There is nothing cryptic
Just variegated leaves of summer
The young bustle of pale greens and deep reds
A tint of musk in the winds
Peppy sun glasses and long walks
Celebrations - some that last a day, some that last longer
As long as the sunshine lasts
I lose and find myself here
Sometimes in coffee shops
Sometimes on park benches
I think calmly with no more undertones of fear.