Dancing is my
first love
The whirl and
spin,
I yield to its
embrace,
Whatever mood I’m in!
I hear the music
swinging,
I feel the beat,
My movements
claim the floor,
I can’t control
my feet!
Fine jazz from
Benny Goodman
And Lester Young,
Glen Miller’s
‘In The Mood’,
Their names drip
off my tongue.
Move to the
syncopation,
Steps quick and
slow,
Music loud and
mellow,
I hear the
rhythm flow.
Dancers are
always smiling,
Light-hearted
set,
So much pain in
this world
But briefly we
forget.
How I love my garden
So fresh and pure
Damp dew lies on petals
I bend to its allure
Slight movements nudge the cobwebs,
Seed heads tussle,
Thorns and flowers tangle
Leaves and grasses rustle.
Cobalt blue is heady,
True blues are rare,
Evening light enhances
This colour vibrant there.
Yellows are iridescent
And white glows too,
As night takes over dusk,
All colours fade from view.
My favourite time is morning,
Those early hours
Nothing transcends the beauty
The sacredness of flowers.

1 comment:
I love this pair of poems and the happiness and beauty they evoke. Five simple stanzas each and yet each poem bursts with life. Wonderful x
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