May Evening Rose

Wonderful words, Dave!

light...

Thanks Arno! the evening light on these leaves was a joy!

I wish to know more about this poem...
Always a joy to visit you, dearest Dave.

... and the joy is mutual at your visit, always, dear Esther.

The poem ... what can I say ... I looked out of my window and saw the sunlight on this rose leaf ... got my camera and took the picture ... wrote the words, well, they sort of write themselves really. There are echoes of the soul story in there, something of the 'belle dame' ... stuff that sloshes around somewhere in my psyche.

Come back again. Come back often, kisses, Dave

and here's another piece I wrote as a comment elsewhere recently, that I rather like:

She said, 'Come here when your soul needs to breathe'. Bidden, I went. All that had been locked up was released. The mirror crack'd, sunlight entered. I breathed. I walked once more in the morning meadows of my childhood until I came to a still place in the afternoon, breathing gently. The grass flowers caught the golden sun and the insects sang an old song.