waterfall..rain not from the sky
cascading down the mossy rocks
drip…blip….drip…
swirling eddy ..darkness falls
peacefulness a shooshing sound
insects hide in variegated fronds
calling out into the night
I smell the scent of meats
cooking on the BBQ swept up in the
aroma of frangipanis
and the night is otherwise still
the odd car on the highway far in
the distance, brushes past the road
air warm like an opened oven door
smells as sweet as hot cooked cake
this is paradise silhouette of palm trees
standing still; their backdrop
a darkened night illuminated
by twinkling stars; in the distance
a bird calls that’s yet to sleep
beautiful, tropical, blue waters to be
explored, forests over one hundred million
years old, this is where love is, this is
paradise in our dreams; I sit on the
balcony absorbing..drawing it in like
the breath I breathe
Wasn’t long before I wrote it seems…can’t help myself, this place calls to be written!
Sounds terrible RM, better get back to Melbourne. Just me being envious…….go have a great time…..
terrible it is indeed Summer….not π I shall, we shall thank you.
some things are just meant to be shared ) hope you’re having a wonderful time )
thank you Beth, lovely comment, so far yes, a walk along the beach this morning,the mountains,the palm trees and coconuts…*sigh* π xx
how could you not….writing is like breathing we take it in and then let it back out…smiles…and with such beauty it would be hard not to…
Brian tis really such a stunning place and you made me smile with what you wrote writing and breathing..yes both a necessity – thank you for reading π
This place is so beautiful, Jen. Now you know how I feel living up this way – I’m sure this is where most of the muses reside! π
Di, it truly is and yes Mr. S and I have already talked about how nice it would be to move up here in our retirement (though I don’t know if I could be away from grandkids- when they arrive). Inspiration round every corner for writers π xx
Beautiful work!
thank you sweet π x
π your welcome.