Sundazed
drowsy summer afternoon
my lap reads the pages of my book
a tui chimes and chuckles
probing the scarlet
hanging with twisted neck
to drain each nectar cuplet
and thwart the earnest bees
lulled by sun and song
I dream
and waking, wish
my cheek at rest against your coat
remembering,
I sip the salty nectar
now trickling from my eyes
© Lynlie Watson |
Poetry from our Guest book
What a pleasure
To find such warmth and hospitality
From a random selection
In the travel book.
—Mick Ayling, UK
Arabs
say, all sunshine
makes a desert. Thank God
for clouds, squalls and nor-easterlies
with rain.
(No phone,
peace,
and time apart.)
—Linley and Laura |
