September
Posted: September 2, 2012 Filed under: fantasy, memories, poetry 3 CommentsRainy afternoons
Smelling of wet earth, hot coffee
And books
Quiet evenings
Of fluttering pages and somnolent fantasies
In pale light filtered
Through pregnant clouds and
Green leaves burdened
With the juice of the sky.
When suddenly, you breeze in
Piercing through the cascade
And splatter upon my skin
Fragrant and serene
Like a forgotten kiss when
The pen would bleed words and paper
Would not be enough to mop up that wordy mess
That you so carelessly leave behind.
MUSINGS OF A WANDERER...... 
very beautiful.
This is beautiful :)
Beautifully vivid and quietly intense (if there is such a thing). Sometimes life can burst in on us shouting, “Hey look at me, I’m here!!” and at other times, it strolls in like a soft, sweet rain and touches our skin and shows us that there is beauty even in soft rain.
I really enjoyed reading; it was wonderful! Thanks so much for sharing with us. Praying you have a blessed day.
http://elizena-lovingmycreator.blogspot.com/2012/10/fighting-demons.html