The V of land
Almost shrouded by imposing trees
Yet glimpse below
The endless forest of houses
Bounded, bordered, framed
By ocean
Sometimes blue and sometimes grey.
The landscape
Exudes, exhales the golden unquenchable sunlight.
© Rosalie Miller 2007
I don’t know if you can love me,
If you can find me beautiful.
I don’t know.
But I want to find out.
I glimpse your soul
Peeping back at me
And in that momentary glance
My soul is home.
My mouth longs to talk
My ears long to listen
My heart longs to know
My soul longs for that home again
© Rosalie Miller 2007
Wintry wind
Keeps summer guessing
As storm soaks;
Life-blood of earth.
Shivery
Makes me snuggle into you
And purr.
© Rosalie Miller 2007
