Six-word saturday...

Unseen birds serenade our morning walk

Early hours

Sparkling as diamonds
Raindrops pattering softly
Black velvet skylight

dance

We moved as feathers in the breeze,
danced as dust-motes, soft in a slant of sunlight

River trip

The lazy blue and white reflections were like Giverny to my rested eyes

six-word-saturday

hawthorn-blossom sprays, like white-caps

Olives in the sun

The very neverness of never
again spoke to me

More iambic thingys

Tell me again of dreams that can come true,
drown out the muttered lies and old regrets,
the whispered winter-words of cold reproof -
and sing instead sweet summer-songs of truth