Relief – Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author

Have you ever stopped to think
about the impression of a breeze…
how it brushes aside your face
like the tender touch of a lover?

I have a hunch you know
what I’m talking about…

when a heat wave invades
your personal space –
oppressive,
and each breath is as difficult
as lifting a hundred pound
bag of bricks,

a breeze, simple as one is,
whisks in as lovely as the sun ascending
in tangerines and corals over the hills
after a mass of worries
pervaded your night’s sleep.

Relief so friendly and delightful
as though being welcomed
into a new neighborhood
with a smile
and a freshly baked plate of cookies.

So, next time a breeze
leaves a soft touch upon your cheek,
place your palm over the connection,
inhaling gratitude

because sometimes,
sometimes,
the simplest of things
makes the biggest impact.

Lauren Scott
Website: baydreamerwrites.com
Author Of The Month, May 2023 Spillwords Press
Monthly Contributor, Gobbers-Masticadores Literary Website
Amazon Author Page, https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B08NCRH4MK
Author Latest Release, Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poems
Author, More than Coffee: Memories in Verse and Prose
Author, Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry
Author, New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry
Co-Author, Petals of Haiku: An Anthology
Co-Author, This is How We Grow
Co-Author, Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships

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

We’ll be out of town next week visiting our daughter and son-in-law,
so this will be my last post for a while. Stay well, stay cool, stay safe,
and as always, thank you for visiting Baydreamer! ❤️

I forgot how the sound of rain could be soothing
like the calm of a child’s lullaby.
I heard my lantana sing “Hallelujah!” as the soil exhaled,
the thirst for relief felt longer than eternity.
Silk-thread drizzles dusted rooftops on the street
along with the brown brittle hills with flowing grace.
The fascination of puddles slipped my mind,
the childlike sense of play from a hop and a splash.
And who would think the sight of cocoa-brown mud
could be so entertaining in all its messiness!
Would you believe if I said the flowers smiled at me?
And their leaves offered a gentle wave?
Observing from my slightly opened window,
I caught a grateful sigh from the soaked earth,
and I enjoyed listening to the roots laugh in delight.