Quadrille Dark
Wake up, get up, nudges my muse
I will when the dark recedes,
When birdsong clears morning sky
Even though the waning gibbous moon,
still shines
How is it to the rising east
This morning's cloudscape is so
Ominously dark?
Wake up get up!
Quadrille Dark © gillena cox 2024
Times Flies?
Time has no wings yet, we say time flies another May is upon us already the fifth month spans its days.
white butterflies how
they scallop across flowers
here in my garden
Today we celebrate them: Happy International Bee Day. Honey makers: queens, drones they all add to the sweetness of life
not only today
a bee having breakfast in
the ixora bush
Its nearing the time of rains and floods. A tease of rain a few days ago. By May end, the whole day rains will follow.
a mockingbird skips
across the wall deceiding
where to fly off to
Time Flies? © gillena cox 2024
stood at the cusp of morning
dainty rose on a thorn etched bush
light of day was still at dawning
ethereal the sky in cloudy scape
through a window view warming
dew still wet and ever present
ever the heart watchful adoring
oh but the birds they will not hush
such is their task of daylight opening
© gillena cox 2024
It was the time of happily ever,
After the changing of diapers,
The buying of toddler's toys,
Selecting of schoolbooks,
It was the time just after her surgery,
After the healing processed,
When the psyche still lingered in pain,
That's when! he ghosted her.
"Two beautiful children;" friends
shook their heads in lamentation,
Clouds absorbed him and his luggage,
For desertion was his forte.
Left In A Jet © gillena cox 2024
Quadrille - Place
Is there a place called Heaven
High up and far beyond
Where joy and peace live happily
After a hard day's toil below
Or is there a thing like the poet's hope
In a place yet to be found
Without out windows or doors.
Quadrille - Place © gillena cox 2024
