a symphony of sunlight
a melody of moon
a whispered whir of trees
a warble
a murmur
a burble
(and still)
the clack-patter
of keys
and she
(limbs raised to sky)
will live there
in that shanty
by the sea.
::
In November, we poem. Quickly.
a symphony of sunlight
a melody of moon
a whispered whir of trees
a warble
a murmur
a burble
(and still)
the clack-patter
of keys
and she
(limbs raised to sky)
will live there
in that shanty
by the sea.
::
In November, we poem. Quickly.
Oooh! Yes.
…have room for a few more?
That’s such and ideal place.
I do have my creek, and my trees… but to be ocean side *sigh*
keep click clacking 🙂
Written words are just music that hasn’t been sung…yet.
I am soooo relaxed right now, ummmm
You’re playing my tune !
Stunning
Really enjoyed, esp the closing sea shanty imagery. Thanks!