I wish for pleasure

I wish for pleasure

In the rise of the sun

To bathe in its cold light.

The chill in the air

As my fingers scream

At the bite in a fresh wind

Toes curled against the icy

Hore of frost

Beneath my feet.

The air, sharp and crisp

Threatening to leave me

Breathless,

In wonder of the seasons.

The changing of the old world

Into the new.

The slip of green

Through hard earth

A swathe of white flowers

Blanket of yellows

Rolling into a

Forest of blue.

The thrust of passion

In a wild red rose

The warning prickle of Bramble

The sweetness of summer fruit.

I sit in the shelter

Of modernity

And for a moment

Everything stands still

But for the movement

Of the stars.

This could be heaven,

In another life

It probably is.