Insects pound the dawn window
pulp their fabric
into the frantic search;
and as always
the secret music of perfume
accompanies your entrance.
This is how I wake:
your face at the foot
of the bed, the colour
of pepper and honey;
a safe haven
for first steps.
Really thought the imagery in this one was very effective and beautiful…loved the tone and flow of the poem.
Thanks slp. It is a beautiful image I wake to each morning…
magical, unfolding to the eye in granular texture, like dawn filtering in, and feels like fabric pieces sewn together into a warm quilt
such a beautiful comment tipota… thank you!
Hi Graham, this is really beautiful, very vivid. Love the colour.
Thanks Brooke… the little moments of truth always have the best colour.
what is love without tenderness