Afternoon Nap © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Afternoon Nap ©



A luxury quite pure, divine,
a languid afternoon nap;
Nothing can compare with mine,
as I don my siesta cap...

The air grows heavy, I feel afloat,
upon the drowzy winds that blow,
Across the bay, onto a boat,
amidst the nodding waves, we flow..

Crisp white cotton sheets caress,
Lure me deep within their folds;
Feathered pillows must digress,
my weary mind gently enfolds.

Distant calls of a lone sea-gull,
A roosters proud, clarion crow;
Familar sounds that soothe and lull,
as the briny breezes blow..

Wafting scents of passion pie,
Baking slow, decadently,
as fragrant as a lullabye,
that wakes me right in time for tea!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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