A Poem –

Frisk
feels me up, pats me down
we run together
hair streaming
when the wind goes supernova
hurling leaves like exploding stars
through the dove grey coloured sky
A Poem –

Frisk
feels me up, pats me down
we run together
hair streaming
when the wind goes supernova
hurling leaves like exploding stars
through the dove grey coloured sky
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. But first, a poem.
Winter’s Warmth
The week has its own pace.
It takes it at its leisure.
Time slows in mid winter’s lull –
after autumn’s sprawling fall and
before spring’s high fever.
Warmth and comfort, the must-haves
of the season. Cottage pie and casserole.
Walk a little faster.

I mostly have been an island unto myself this week. The dogs have kept me company. The young men of the household have been leading their own lives and my True Love has returned to work. My brain has been resting. Friday song day had not even entered my head until a couple of hours ago. I suppose I must pick something.
Today I have chosen not to overthink this task. So let’s get comfy and listen to Erik Satie’s Gnossienne 1 for koto, electric bass, vibraphone and flute, arranged and performed by Ensemble Delydious, fronted by Günter Wehinger. Enjoy.
Take it easy, everyone. Be your own sun and share your warmth with those around you.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.