Lingering

Lingering

 

Golden soft, rays a’ fleeting filter,

pristine light through branches does sift

Along a peach grove corridor

and dirt road dreams of scattered dust

 

I sit and watch the day unfolding,

hot,  the cup my hand now holds

Tiny sips of morning flavors sing

as I long for the miles to disappear

 

Beyond blue skies calling out to me

from eastern horizons with voices melodic

Bringing the music of your heart

on breezes … sugar sweet and  pure

 

As I taste your smile of sunrise beauty,

feel your touch of dawning desire

and stare off quietly to where I’d rather be…

I sip my cup again, lingering in all that is you

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Marie]

Dawn is a lovely thing to watch...this poem unfolds it...

[Jack...]

Thank you Marie. Happy you stopped by.

[Marie Anzalone]

Isn't it amazing how, when we are in love, every quiet moment of thought brings us back to our beloved? I read once that to know what makes you happy is easy- it is the place your mind drifts to when you are either idle or when you are trying to focus on an odious task. What if we all spent more time there? Your words made me smile today. Thank you.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Marie for your kind words this day.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Another incredible, impeccable write! Such vivid description and images, all lazily flowing like honey. Wonderful, just plain wonderful!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Gleb

[Frieda P]

I sat here reading with my own hot cuppa in hand, just made each sip of your poem more enjoyable. Another sweet view from your pen Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Your kindness is always warming.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You Texas mornings feel so inviting Jack. Well portrayed.

[Jack...]

Thank John, come on over anytime.