On Putting the Clocks On

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 27 Mar 2015
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With a ‘morning’s come too soon’
kind of a yawn, she drifts off to sleep again 
beside me – her spine curled against the dawn
only moments ago, arched in exquisite agony...
until the letting go, when nobody breaks 
quite as beautifully as she.
 
She lies beside me; her eyelids stutter –
brush my cheek, and want to walk with her
the labyrinths of dreams –  her  arms akimbo
like branches of a cherry tree, laden
with blossom – falls like snow.
 
She stirs beside me; her head nuzzles my chest; 
hair – a waterfall cascading to the river – kiss
every wavelet, each ripple, as, Junoesque,
the unfolding begins, to the sultry,
slow jazz of a Sunday morning
as a thaw sets in.
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Submitted by celticman on

Mother of Mars, Junoesque is often best, but you've put quite a quiver on the running down of clocks and the never never. Wonderful. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Not to mention Vulcansmiley  The top of the mornin' to ya, celtic.

 

Submitted by prettyrose on

smileyLove this Tina, as always I knew it would be brilliant and written wounderfully, well deserved cherries. yes.

 

Take care

Trish xx

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Trish, you're a star, and a wonderfully bright one at that.

Have a happy Saturday.

Tinasmileyxx

 

Submitted by prettyrose on

smileyHi Tina, I shall have a good staurday now thank you :) as your lovely comment as made the rain where I am, very sunny!!!

Take care

Trish xx

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I would love to see your 'sunny rain' Trish.  Send some this way, if you willsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Gorgeous, reminds me of that long ago time of waking with babes in the bed, thank you for stirring up that special memory.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Must have read my mind, Philp.  And thank you.

Tina