Bernard Chan Poet Free verse

You Wake Me

to the raindance on windowpanes
and the sunspill dousing the last of winter
to the rosewhiff soaking the breezes
and the grasstickle on my naked soles
to the silkswirl of manes’ riffles 
and the swankiss on glassed ripples
you wake me   

to the moontan glazing the treecrests 
and the neontide hugging the heavenues
to the heartswell of softsong
and the shylight of candleblush 
you wake me 

and from the sighlence of my soulitude  
you have woken me 
to the twinfire of a fevered-after

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Caren Krutsinger February 23, 2019 at 5:43 AM If I had to wake up to anything else now, I would be less joyful. Bernard Chan February 23, 2019 at 7:40 AM Good morning, Caren, and thank you :) Have a great weekend!

Valerie Staton February 23, 2019 at 2:28 AM Nicely written! Bernard Chan February 23, 2019 at 7:41 AM Thanks a lot, Valerie. Appreciated.