Breeze

sometimes the simplest things are the most enjoyable.

Breeze

 

In a black chair

At a black desk

Open window

Let’s wind inside,

It blows coldly.

 

With my eyes closed,

I see the sun,

I smell the grass.  

Cushion squishes

While I leaned back.

 

On the futon,

My laptop plays,

Scarborough fair

A soft song

By Celtic Woman 

 

Soft flute and harp

And echoed voice

She sings parsley,

Rosemary thyme

Missing her love.

 

I taste the breeze.

Icy winds kiss

My bare soft cheeks

I welcome this

And fall asleep

Reviews

[SimpleMind]

The very life I want to live! Simple yet satisfactory. The elements, you used them very well. Thanks for sharing! I really love poems that speaks about the beauty and wonders that simple things can bring!

[Lorraine Hampton]

i'm glad you enjoy the poem. :-)