2013-10-30 09.00.34
The sun shines on my freesia
Gold on gold
Releases a heady
Thrilling invitation
To taste and feel
Its spicy sweet scent

He burns his way through clouds
Reaches my hands my face
My soul
For a warm touch
Ever so light
Ever so gentle
Soft as a newborn skin

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to Treat

  1. PapaBear says:

    Beautiful, Emm. I’m envious as most of our flowers are now gone…, killed by freezing temps and frost. Only a few very hardy roses remain, and they are starting to fade.


  2. arjaybe says:

    Your words made me feel your Sun on my face, too. It’s also shining here, making it a perfect day for putting my motorcycle away for the winter.



    • emmylgant says:

      The Big Red (my name for the steel steed) is going in the barn hey? Did you get to ride it much this year? Pigtails thinks they are the coolest things ever, and still wants to ride.


      • arjaybe says:

        I rode very little this year. Maybe next year I’ll be more enthusiastic.

        My first BMW I called Bummer, back when I was naming my vehicles. This one has no name, unless you consider “the bike” to be a name.-)



  3. Ici il pleut.
    Comme toujours.
    Tes mots sont tristes.
    UnElephant a le mal du pays.


  4. makagutu says:

    Beautiful flowers


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