The sapling advised the slow-growing oak to shoot for the sun,
Upright and streamlined, narrow and tall: a cunning tale indeed.
Oak held his branches close, letting light spill onto sapling’s leaves.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Sijo Challenge found here
Wind rattled the hedgerows, and gentle meadows.
Brilliant light pierced the velvety night;
Eating away the glittering stars.
An owl whispered in the sky calling solemnly,
Before reluctantly retreating to his leafy roost.
A stoat whipped the buttercups and grass,
Feeling the early morning heat.
The sky was silent,
As the world awaited the break of dawn.
– Andrew Chandler
A heart-warming poem written by my boyfriend, obviously waiting for his sunshine (me) to wake up. Ha! With his permission, I’m sharing this on my blog to celebrate his beautiful poetry!
White crests break across the bay,
Every time you glance my way.
Moonbeams dance on the ripples of the sea,
Every time you smile at me.
Dappled sunlight scatters through woodland,
Every time you reach for my hand.
The golden sun sets, fades out of sight,
Every time you kiss me goodnight.