To smell the rose

She was walking down the parklands (an esplanade beside the water) With the joy of boundless children playing freely in the park The water breeze was slowing – (though not the joy from sunshine dancing) The far horizon (it drew nearer) as she stopped to smell the rose

Unknowing

Ajar – the window lets in wind monotonous the sound Welcomed by the latch that breaks with questions that abound I look outside and see the sea tumultuous of form The tide will rise to my surprise before the heavy storm I check the glass - it rattles so - like an empty bottle whistling … Continue reading Unknowing