Suzette Richards Poems
|41.||The Song Thrush||5/5/2013|
|42.||Perception Of Freedom||10/6/2012|
|43.||Cape Town Weather Forecast||10/9/2012|
|45.||The Fish Eagle||8/23/2012|
|46.||When The Final Bell Tolls||7/13/2014|
|49.||The Caged Bird Sings||9/3/2012|
|51.||It Has To Start With Me||10/26/2017|
|52.||Where The Moment Lies||7/26/2013|
|53.||The Fairest Cape||5/28/2012|
|54.||Do Not Put Asunder||5/4/2012|
Comments about Suzette Richards
The soft sunlight bathes
the last of the flowers.
The gentle sea breeze
kisses the branches,
releasing the sensual
scent of the lavender bush.
I'm drinking in the
moment - savouring it.
It spills over into
pleasant past memories:
People whom I've known
and warmly loved.
I reach out to an illusion
of strong emotions conjured
by the senses. Knowing it
will be lost as soon as
I try to capture it again.
Standing still now. Satisfied.
Autumn is slowing me down
to an enforced slower pace.
It is nature's way to ...
Building sandcastles on the beach,
they remain for now out of reach
of ever encroaching waves,
which noisily wash into caves
like a most unwelcome leach.
The tides will wash it away –
Eden will passionately sway
to the rhythm of seasonal wind.