seeds dropped.
One on a winter evening
when it had the indecency
to rain instead of snow.
One on a summer afternoon
when sunshine pulled out
everyone from inside the house.
Why go out
and expose flesh
to numbing rain
for just dinner and a movie
when there’s a perfectly good bed?
Why stay inside
a stifling room
when a breeze from the bay
feels so good on skin
when there’s a perfectly good bed?
Why stay inside
a stifling room
when a breeze from the bay
feels so good on skin
on skin in the shade?
One winter day. One summer day.
The company was more than fine.
Perhaps we should have been a little less surprised
at how life (and love) grows in welcoming spaces
despite the whims of the weather.
One winter day. One summer day.
The company was more than fine.
Perhaps we should have been a little less surprised
at how life (and love) grows in welcoming spaces
despite the whims of the weather.
Liner Notes For This Groove: This poem was created for the Weekly Scribblings prompt at Poets United, Sudden Moments.
