My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
A shift in the weather The wind; Commonality - a wide open sky Without boundaries Free to blow; Or be still Dog days of summer simmer and pass Trees turn; a brilliant array of colorNortheast New England autumn buzzHummingbirds and Sparrows Head south; anticipation of a winter chillI drift off to the sound of quietDaydreaming …
Like a dream that comes and goes Ultimately forgotten as dawn breaks A grandiose sunrise interrupts Our peaceful reverie We smile at each other Over our love potion - a cup of Joe You touch my cheek; Whisper lovingly You have never seen Any thing as beautiful As my tousled hair, My face in the …
Friday night, winter, pandemic, quarantine; One year anniversary a month away Candle light and music humming - somewhere out there sweetness Floating in the warmth of the moment Reaching across the table you brush my hair Away from my face with care and ease You hold my heart in your hands gently A tender touch …
The weather shifts and more snow is in the forecast We walk in the sunshine like children at the beach in awe of every second we are sharing this winter day Without the sand under foot or flat stones to skip You look at me and smile We laugh and mask kiss Your hands are …
The morning after; awake to all that has come and gone Another day of winging it in an era of tentative - hope and love This is not so much about lovers leaving nothing behind - but dishes in the sink It's about my king size bed that is absolutely amazing! Covered in linen sheets, …
Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
Warm cup of coffee hands wrapped tightly around over sized thermos skim latte with a dash of cinnamon comfort zone no way home thoughts interrupt warm and reminiscent shooting shiver from head to toe gazing amusement while black swans glide ceremoniously atop the biting cold waters Saugatuck LIS Atlantic fed riverbed elegantly withdrawn as the …
Early morning, a few blinking street lights off in the distance Red flashing color slices its way through the darkness; "...stop don't rush the day has not dawned yet..." Perfection in, just bitter enough coffee with a dash of cinnamon - aroma therapy a sentimental tapping into a holiday season that has always resonated peace …
Trilby Yates 