Starting another blustery day with a collection of tweet poems from yesterday
You cup my face,
as delicately as if I were made of rose petals,
as if I might drift away.
Take my hand and I will show you
the colours of the sky,
the colours of the earth,
and the fountain of happiness.
Spring pours a torrent of colour,
a rhapsody of perfume,
and gives it to the blackbird
to make an ocean of song.
One by one,
tight green buds unfold,
each hard scale reveals tenderness beneath,
unfurling in the golden sun,
rose dawn touched.
Rain drums the memories,
a beat of never forgetting.
Sometimes, I fear
the deluge will never end.