Breeze in the Ribble Valley


Dew drenched morning leaves rustle in the Ribble Valley breeze

Birds chirp at dancing ripe berries

A sheep call echoes in the distant meadow

Ribble valley smiles at me, her new fellow from afar


Look, the taste of silence!

But where is it?

Amidst the burble of the stream? Or in the mesmerised heart?

Lo, just feel the equanimity when it is!


Windermere lake is magical when it is mirror calm

It can unite a teenage son and a dad yearning for a conversation

Row the kayak, but let it go wherever it wants

For the conversation is what matters, not where we drift


You never know what rhymes in a daughter’s heart

Let her adventures settle in the way she wants

Courageous, set sail thee the love of my life

Dare, assured of my shoulders whenever you want


I will write nothing

Because it is written

Seth, read this again

When you are the one on the right



Comments

Unknown said…
So glad of you Malli.. I am so happy to see Seth and you trying to patch up lost time together... Keep it up. Your poetry talent too amazing.....♥️♥️♥️

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