Just for fun :)
Written a while ago, no doubt after looking at too many home design magazines. Picture an old wrought iron bed atop an old flatbed Ford parked in a faraway field.
dressed in soft cottons and pretty lace
our old bed makes a comfortable nest
beneath the cottonwood’s afternoon shade
it seems natural, beautiful, our body’s pleasures
gifted, accepted there
our giggles and sighs, our moans and cries
carry and bounce of walls of the four winds – our waltzing spirits
have the floor all to themselves
while an orchestra of songbirds play
politely facing the otherway
prairie grass swirls and twirls in a rush to join the fun
the sun is to important in his sky to notice – and the moon?
hasn’t she always encouraged this kind of behavior?
later the stars will be in awe of our shine
that stretches the roofline
all the way to Antares
The ducks are all paired up. Feels like spring here today and you know what happens in spring.