As I listen to the rain spattering against my cabin’s window,
I think of that night when we were stranded here.
The roads were washed out and the creek overflowing,
but I was in your arms , safe, warm, a long-awaited dream.
I saw the lights blink on the alarm clock, the bang on the transmitter.
I smiled, we were alone, you and I , no one would check on us.
I tugged on grandma’s quilt and you tugged back-asleep.
I listened to the sweet sound of your breath, soft, even.
When I awoke, stars glimmered in the window, the clock was flashing.
Darkness still surrounded me, along with your strong, hard arms.
I wanted this night to last forever, the moon seemed satisfied with just a peek at us.
You and I, finally in a place where life brought a freshness-alone, together.
cttbbelliott said,
April 9, 2014 @ 12:56 am
Reblogged this on COURAGE TIMES THREE and commented:
enjoyable poetry
Patti Hall said,
April 9, 2014 @ 1:38 am
Beautiful!
beebeesworld said,
April 9, 2014 @ 7:18 pm
Thank you for reading my blog and commenting. beebee
Lucid Gypsy said,
April 9, 2014 @ 5:36 am
Great work Beebee.
Judy said,
April 9, 2014 @ 8:53 pm
This invokes such images and touches all the senses. What a sweet memory. Great writing.
sweetlittlenetwork said,
April 11, 2014 @ 10:54 pm
Imagery emphasizes, there is a rainbow after the storm-literally and figuratively speaking
beebeesworld said,
April 13, 2014 @ 1:32 am
Thank you so much Judy. beebee
sachin1991 said,
April 25, 2014 @ 10:29 pm
Real great work beebees…!!! KEEP GOING
beebeesworld said,
April 28, 2014 @ 8:56 pm
Thank you, and I like the “nickname “beebees”…..