Shade is nature’s black hole for stress.
A good breeze and song in the air
Fills the soul like a warm caress.
Ah today is just a mere moment to begin
To rethink or even change on a dare.
Just thinking about it; paints on a big grin.
Should love really be openly shared?
Isn’t it just the passionate lure of skin?
But what if it meant we honestly cared?
I’ll let the answers evaporate in the wind.
Wrap up my relaxation neatly for later.
And be glad my yesterdays weren’t so thin.
By Dave Schipper
© 2009 Rose Riversongs