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

 

 

Carried Away

 

Heart Shaped Moon 

Buried deep within my soul

we fly among the stars

on a magic carpet

where the universe is ours

we touch the constellations

blow kisses to the moon

and when our ride descends

we whisper, “I love you.”

© LScott 2013

Photo: Google Images