Weak Spots Iv

The first trill of a bird at dawn, A window overlooking the sea, The liberation in a brand new day, Soft, gentle voices in another room. A train of thought that stays, Blooming into hope and life, Light petals touching the ankles A baby bird cradled in the palm Bare feet from grass to doorstep, Droplets dripping from the hair, Puzzled look followed by A gentle familiarity The fresh smell of laundry, Lathered soap on sooty hands, Forehead pressed on theirs, Welcomes that are truly welcoming 2.4.20 Note: I decided to post my Weak Spots series here - a romantic series I wrote in the month of February, for those few that remember what I started on here. I am happy to have finished this series this year. More to come soon!