Haiku, sort of, 1

The roots are deep

Blossom late sweeter fruits

The roots are deep


Hein S.

On the beach

In my arms again

With the sun on our faces
And the sand between our toes
My limbs wrapped around you

The kids swimming, 
playing , 
smiling

And the wind making us shiver
Ever so lightly when the sun hides
As their laughter passes by our ears

Of feeling the effect your nearness has
Or just a whiff of your scent
The warmth you radiate

Sometimes bliss IS in the small things
Engraved on the memory
Until you are

In my arms again

Hein S.