a pitcher of sunshine
pours through undressed
window glass
a pure liquid gold
to pool on white sheets
crumpled in disarray
drenching exposed toes
kissing ankles
to settle on veiled thighs
how warm starts my day
Hopefully Chris, this is a precursor to spring whivh im told is about to start any time soon.
Its a toss up really between believing that and depending on your news of choice, snowmageddon coming in the form of the beast from the east volume 2.
I know which one we'd all prefer though! 😀
Liquid gold sunshine or a long trudge through the white stuff, while wishing our parents were from barbados! Hmm, touch choice! 😁
i think you wrote this whilst still in bed, and those exposed toes i can relate to lol.
Sensual but just enough to feel the warmth beneath those veiled thighs.
A lovely, natural and appealing write Chris ... :)
Stella
Lucky for some eh? I'm jealous lol it's so over cast cold and windy here
At least I have the privilege of reading your beautifully penned poem.. I catch a glimmer of warmth whilst reading.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..