#5 healing poetry; where the beech leaves sing

The beech leaves sing,In bright colours.They remind me offlushed cheeks, and less SFWskin colouring, that might makesomeone blush,were I to tell you,exactly what I was thinking of… The sky repeats the sentiment,where the beech leaves sing,in colours that make our skin light up.Where the beech leaves sing,There’s a light diffusion,That causes a wondrous confusion,of theContinue reading “#5 healing poetry; where the beech leaves sing”

#2 healing poetry; the colour of you

When the dawn curls in,and the mist rises from the sea,when the leaves begin to sing,and birds dance in their trees –  I wake to the cold, and the colourof you. There’s a sweetness in the air,made of too many natural things,like honeycomb and jasmine,and the gooseberries growing by the swings. The kettle is on,Continue reading “#2 healing poetry; the colour of you”