I See...

I see a day longing to be tasted

And an hour begging to be perfectly wasted

In the arms of a poem

I see silver sequins of autumn rain

Dazzling the view through the window-pane

Of home sweet home

I see little girl, eyes dancing with dream-sparked glee

…her chatter epitomizing ‘carefree’

And I need no purpose beyond its measure

I see the tears of autumn sky tug the leaf

In scads to the drenched earth’s sheaf

Blanketing the vault of summer’s pleasure

I see suggestions of duty which I temporarily ignore

As I experience coffee, Colombian nectar

Pleasing my utmost superficial want

I see distance as rain releases its onslaught

On miles traversed instantly by thought

As inches and oceans vaunt

I see contentment in mixing bowls, pot-and-pan verve

I see peaceful belonging in the familiar curves

Of worn furniture and floors

I see hope unwavering, of what is yet to come

As a new day spills in rain-drop percussion

From far and phantom shores

© Janet Martin

Inspired by Viv's I See poem. Also check out the picture of Jock's art on her post!