it's always been a poem... and a companion.
of words that i always carefully and fondly embrace...
words that need reminding. of words that need remembering.
words that need the here. and the now.
words we need to carry along on the way.
i'm enjoying the quiet of the summer night.
the winding down, the coming down
of a long day. and a good day.
there's a soft breeze fluttering thru the window.
and i can still hear the crickets outside...
and oh how i love that sound.
it's like a soft lullaby of a summer's night.
and i have to admit,
i'm always a bit sad when suddenly a night comes,
and you realise they've gone. away.
and there's simply a different sense of quiet
that cradles itself around you.
that's the day, when you know
summer has passed...
and there's a change in the air.
things move. and they move on.
the world is unfolding. just as it should.
i had a wonderful lady here from the local newspaper.
i guess you could say it was for an interview
i had no idea what to expect and needless to say,
i think i was a bit nervous too.
what if i say the wrong things...
or what if i fall and stumble all over my thoughts and words.
yes. i tend to be a bit clutsy at times.
but the only thing i could keep reminding myself of,
was simply be yourself.
take a deep breath... and simply be yourself.
after all, isn't that the one thing that we're all best at being?
it's late. and it's night.
and the soft ssummer evening's breeze has become a fall of rain.
a luscious luscious summer rain.
and i'm going to slip outside, under the veranda
and under a blanket
and simply wrap the day around me...
to let it all unfold.