Bees, mellowness, plenty. The warmth of the sun on your skin after the dark of winter. Watching the sabre-like shoots of the plants as they birth themselves from the damp earth. Bare branches of the trees budding after sleep and the song of birds. As long as there is always the song of birds, there is beauty in the world.
The first sight of the face of a loved one after their absence, whether short or long. The plumpness of an child's apple cheek and their continued breath after the pause; their weight on a mother's chest. The wrinkled skin of your lover and friend as they share life's twighlight hand in hand; their returned smile for yours; their white hair on the pillow beside you; their scent pervading the very clothes you wear.
The taste of clean water; the feel of it running over hot skin. The tide shifting out, dragged across the pebbles, the beauty and the rage in that sound.
That rare autumn warmth in early spring. The taste of honey.
Time up.
Inspiration: I stumbled on the song, A Taste of Honey, covered by the Beatles and took inspiration from the title.
The first sight of the face of a loved one after their absence, whether short or long. The plumpness of an child's apple cheek and their continued breath after the pause; their weight on a mother's chest. The wrinkled skin of your lover and friend as they share life's twighlight hand in hand; their returned smile for yours; their white hair on the pillow beside you; their scent pervading the very clothes you wear.
The taste of clean water; the feel of it running over hot skin. The tide shifting out, dragged across the pebbles, the beauty and the rage in that sound.
That rare autumn warmth in early spring. The taste of honey.
Time up.
Inspiration: I stumbled on the song, A Taste of Honey, covered by the Beatles and took inspiration from the title.
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I would really welcome constructive comments or perhaps even some inspiration. To be honest , I would settle for some encouragement.