A Satin Story

Two loose ends of pristine satin,
Bent backwards, the other way, 
Hoping in vain to form a pretty ribbon. 

Time healed the hope, loose ends changed their course,
Thoughts met, prettiness rejoiced, the ribbon etched a cherished memory, 
The journey now continues, with each loose end heading in its own direction... 
As pristine as before! 
                             
               

The Glorious Sun

As the glorious eastern Sun radiates it’s warmth, 
The timid sunbird’s heart summersaults with joy. 
The winter has come, the winged rookie must now head south. 
Seeking warmth from the memories,
To beat the distant cold days to come! 

     An ode to a precious evening! 
             4th Dec 2017
       ~ Mine. Mine to Me!