Ostinato of Autumn
The change from summer to autumn
came rattling at my windows,
sounding in the trees
like the ocean’s breaking waves
and I lay there listening,
with an anxiety
not felt for many months and moons,
to nature’s symphony.
You lay next to me,
flesh white and cool
with goose bumps
asking to be covered.
Sounds of your breathing,
the restless night, brought comforting images of
saw and bow and I giggled, silently.
How I do love you,
you with the gift for ostinato.
What a great new web page Felicity. I am sure many will enjoy these heartwarming poems.
Thank you for your encouraging words Bronwen. Good to welcome you here! ❤♥••.♫♪♫•*•♫♪♫ ¸¸.•* `°•.¸☆