At Peace

It is nice to wake amongst a riot of colour, 
the wallpaper you designed with me in mind 
and the painted shutters depicting freedom, 
peace of mind, a soaring effervescent spirit. 

I take my bicycle, rusty now but it still works, 
a bone shaker that revives my soul 
and only a lavendar scented bath that 
will ease the ache in my knees and calves. 

Later I shall have to tackle the garden 
yet I am loathe so to do, in its unkempt 
state it is beautiful, wild, an oasis 
of untramelled thoughts - my thoughts 

I like the solitude, yet I do get lonely 
when winter comes, I shall hibernate 
in woolly socks and just the sheerest 
hint of lingerie that you like best. 

I hear the burr of my computer, my 
workhorse who connects me with 
the world that I at times prefer to forget. 
Lunch will be an occasion, casual not formal. 

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[Wórdsmíth]

Good to read! I liked the "format" of your work ... you`ve gathered few scenes of your beautiful life and then let them all go with the waves of words which came from your sweet mouth making this poem wonderful to read with the elements of your heart... Nice one! Great job!