She Listens

He cares for his father whose body tires
of everyday functions, pain raging at cyclone
force from ninety-nine years of living a lifetime.
Our emotions undulate –
who wishes to watch a loved one suffer?

Another week of work comes to an end.
With glass of wine in hand, we exhale
on the patio. Then the sun says,
“Good night, my dear friends,” as he
gently descends, making room for the moon.

And when the moon appears, Oh, My!
She takes our breath away!
Bright and bold as if she senses
we could use light in our souls.

We open the gate and walk into the street
for an unobstructed view. Under the
illumination, a woman pauses with
her dog, a husky mix, with fur
white as an arctic fox, another rescue,
she tells us, and our hearts leap with joy.

The moon pays attention to us as the
patio welcomes again.
Most importantly, she listens.
And though the stars act a bit bashful,
they eavesdrop and we are fine that they do.

The moon and stars hear us,
just an ordinary couple enjoying
a Friday evening but with heavy hearts.
Their absolute attention, imagine this,
out of all eyes gazing at the brilliant sky –
we know the moon’s lustrous presence is
for us alone, and we are aware that the
panoply of stars will shimmer into view soon.

Then we rise from our seats and head into
the house, feeling relaxed from the wine’s
fluidity, and appreciative that our troubles
have been received.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

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January

It’s probably climate change,
Debatable to some.
Digital digits
climb to seventy –
a perfect number
for July,
but not for January
where plump raindrops
should be soothing
the gardens.
Still…
The sun fades into an inky sky.
The moon enters on cue.


Listen…


Shh…


On the hilltop, lights wink
as if to say hello.
The grill hisses,
while Chardonnay sips
allowing muscles to loosen,
thoughts to calm –
Saturday night
contentment.


Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Paradise

Tropical sunrise

I must be dreaming when I say
good-night to the moon
I’m wrapped in your arms
our loving cocoon
then each morning when I wake
I fall into your eyes
swimming in your oceans
with the heat of our own sunrise
and when you pull me in deeper
with your slow moving kiss
we travel to a new world
in this feeling of bliss

© LScott 2013
Photo: Google Images