Just a Little

Sunrise drips its gold on sleepy pepper trees,
Voices and door slams creep up over the wall
And roll on the grass.
The dog comes out to investigate pro forma
Then leaves me to my reverie.

A finch plays in the mimosa,
Bounces on slender twigs
Dreaming of butterfly effect
While the rising sun shows once more
That just a little heat is enough
To make a leaf tremble and sparkle,
To dry the darknessโ€™ dewy tears,
For oleanders to abandon restraint
And spill their sweetness
In the still morning air.

Just a little heated light
And hidden colours flash dance,
Shadows retreat, blues recede
And the mountain reveals her scars.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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16 Responses to Just a Little

  1. Magnifique, comme toujours.
    Peut-รชtre ce n’est que la montagne qui montre ses cicatrices?


    • emmylgant says:

      Merci UnElephant. Tes encouragements n’ont pas de prix; ils me poussent a continuer, a perseverer dans l’effort d’expression meme si cela devoile un peu trop.


  2. nannus says:

    It is evening now where I am, but I can already smell the nice morning coffee ๐Ÿ™‚


  3. PapaBear says:

    Sounds like a beautiful morning, Emm.


  4. “A finch plays in the mimosa,
    Bounces on slender twigs
    Dreaming of butterfly effect”

    Fear and trembling…Just a little


  5. Katalina4 says:

    The sensuality this evokes is visceral yet delicate – wonderful


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