Sunday, 16 November 2014

At Your Leisure

Picture by S Clarkson

If you call one day when it’s early here
Bring sunrise tapping on our door
Among the morning singing birds
In 'wing sails' cloudless blue-sky soar

Low comfy chairs reserve your place
Where contentment lets you be
To find yourself in your own way
Amid our whisper sheltered lee

Feel the air that swirls in tenderness
Poems written mould your thoughts
Making lighter sense of modest words
Glide misty curling smoky quartz

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