thecourseofourseasons

Observations from the Garden

wavelets dance
across the morning cove
skipping and hopping
with the cool breeze
playing ring around the rosie
with the shy sweet peas

bright noon sunlight-
spills across the kitchen floor-
dancing with the broom

Note: It is a cold, drizzly, windy day – so what better time to…..

Dance Dance Dance

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

It tastes like stars
And feels like the moon.

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

It tastes like new
And it feels like now.

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

And he’s not me
And I’m not him.

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

— The Course of Our Seasons, Authorhouse Publishing 2011