Big imagination,
black and white words,
grateful for each day as it unfurls.
Fly high Through the early morning sunlight hue, With just you, the seagull and petals so few, Such a courageous moment of free and love,
By Charlotte Eden 2 years ago in Poets
Wishing you a day filled with good, golden sunshine magic - something that a birthday should bring to you, every year, round and round the Sun we all go, on this little spherical ball in space,
Snow Snow falling, the visible magic coating all below it, icing sugar dusting for the human race, Racing, as we do, but with ease and elegance.
I wish for you, I wish it true - the thought of us, the feeling of you. Pining for this as if it were still new, I’m pining for this like daffodils in spring,
Drink more. Sleep more. Do more. Be more. 2024 of being all that 2023 couldn’t, Rushing, blushing, searching for something,
I miss you I miss us I miss your kisses I miss your touch I miss the Tuesday morning cuddle and the Sunday afternoon fuss
Petals so warm, they make everyone smile, delicate bursts of joy from the hedgerows that fly by, no-one stopping to take in the beauty that they could find.
No matter where he went, Always content, He'd find a stone to throw, or a puddle to jump, or a flower to smell, never one to mope.
Ladybirds & seasides, Sunsets & waves so high, Little wet nose of the calves as they sigh, Grazing on the green blades, wavering in the summer breezeway.
What are you working for? they say, what are you working for, all these long hours, all these same days, what’re you working for? I ask myself, am I working for stress and being bogged down,
I saw this card and thought of you of the allotment, the seabreeze and the rooftop of you, I thought of all the wooden fruit, the peeled banana and a flying burger too, but most of all I thought “woohoo!”,
You’re there in the night, when it’s silent and still, You’re there in the sun, when the hum of life is a thrill, You’re there during the years, happy or sad,
