Coconuts and Palm Trees

Tropical Breeze teases the blues away

You are an Emerald on the Ocean blue 

whenever the Sun shines through... 

Your tender touch has healed many a heart... 

When days are long and storm clouds loom 

Remember the warmth of a 

Nightingale's song... 

waiting for a melody that lingered long ago 

when Blue Birds made a nest upon the 

breast of Summertime where you belong  

among the Coconut Palms to feel the breeze...  

and once again believe that dreams remain 

just for you...  

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

How lovely your words are, Pat. Summertime, palm trees, and coconuts.....absolutely dreamy! I could almost hear that nightingale's song. My mom's favorite song was, "a nightingale sang in Berkeley square" and it made me think of that. As always, a pleasure to read your words, my friend. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... We live in a world where poems can take us to tropical islands where ocean breezes kiss the sand where waves lap over the secret shells of romantic overtures when sunsets sing silently. truly, Pat

[Lorry]

Even in a storm, we remember beauty and know it shall return. Or perhaps the thought of remeembering, playing those images in our heads, is its return.
Beautifully put, as ever Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lorry... I have never been to the Islands, but I
can imagine the beauty would be peaceful and calming. Thank you for reading and leaving your thoughts. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

The magic of the islands come alive in your words. Dreams remain to see another day. Imagery is lovely. Blessed is your pen.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... your review is like a Pineapple shell filled with spirits of Rum and tonic... at least in my imagination... with a little colorful umbrella. May your days be blessed. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. You are welcome....