22 April 2011


Something was there in the well-lit darkness
It was summer or so the night air told
There was something alive out there
Secrets foretold by the cooling breeze
A prophecy of the months to come

It was only April but the wind whispered
Prepare for beaches and short skirts
Outside things smelled different
Like the plants were talking to each other
Sharing things we couldn’t or wouldn’t understand

The cold stone ground caresses my bare feet
My head feels clearer now the day has passed
It was as beautiful as the low hanging yellow moon
It rejuvenated and filled the soul with excitement
Soon… Things were coming soon…

1 comment:

  1. 'like the plants were talking to each other' ....nice!