I love to sit on my patio at sundown. It is beautiful there when the sun has just dipped into the western horizon like a babe testing the water and then plunging in, drowning in the red and orange fire.  A steaming hot mug of coffee to accompany my nostalgia, I sit there and watch the stars light up the velvet of the sky. Serenity is savoured like an expensive wine, rich and warm.


I grieve sometimes for those that were elusive, never mine. Another day perishes upon itself and the setting sun brings a sigh to my lips. It is so beautiful here, as the moon ascends the sky, bathing my world with her soft glow; the face of a mother, smiling down at her child. My coffee is black and bitter, an ally to the latent ache of belonging. Melancholy consumes me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: