Rain sheets June 9 2013

Rain sheets

stream down

 mingling earthy

herbal flavors

 in the

 early black

of evening

An oasis

 of tranquility

 

The Language of a Smile

I rarely idle time away
But while waiting for a friend today
I settled on a bench~ in a children’s park
...
I watched the children screech and play
As they frolicked springtime hours away
And I envied them their freedom~ what a lark!

The sprinkler sprayed
The swings swayed
As children struggled gamely~ to disembark

As I enviously surveyed the glad display
I observed another watcher meet my gaze
My humor mirrored hers~ an answering smirk!

For even though our childhood days
Were but a mist and gone away
In that shared smile~ the memories lurked.

The Holiday book

I bought a book to read on my holiday.
As usual, I picked it with great deliberation.
My yearly ritual, I placed it in my backpack, near the front, for easy accessibility, hoping to grab a leisurely chapter, here and there on my journey.

 

This year was a different kind of holiday.

Exploring roots.
My first trip abroad, England, Scotland, and Holland.
Two weeks of travel. ” Time for two books”, I muse.
Well, my holiday is over.
I have unpacked my clothes, gifts and memories.
The book returned unread.
I used it to press flowers from the place of my ancestors instead.

Rain Day

We had quite a rain today.
Somnolently we perched on our balcony, Teacups in hand,
Watching June wash away May.