The Softest Sounds

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Lace curtains rise and fall
billowing, almost in time
with my breathing (I note)
as I watch
their silent play
aware, they usher in
first cool breeze of day.

Rain falls now in
spit, spit drops
I pause a while to go
and feel their welcome
touch on heated skin.

The lamplight ‘neath
which I write is pretty
reflected in the window
so too, are my neighbours lights
across the road
shinning in new puddles.

This is my own comfort zone
my retreat which brings rejuvenation.

These are my life’s riches
a few of my favourite things.

~*~

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*Those are not our curtains, I found that image on Google images but, you get the picture 🙂

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

25 thoughts on “The Softest Sounds”

  1. I love this. Sweet rain, so much better than the wild storm we had tonight, although the storm did, indeed, water my lawns, and I needn’t bother for several days now.
    A beautiful write, Bren.
    K

  2. I can imagine you there with the lace and the window and the glow of light near and far, all joined by the gentle rhythm of the rain–sitting there and writing this in a moment of harmony.

  3. Ah, the simple things. It just takes a closer look, but that effort is amply rewarded with so much beauty. I loved this peaceful, comforting take on the prompt. Well done!

  4. Sitting at “your table”, Bren … reading this again and again … thank you … love you …cat.

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