I see the flickering glow of candlelight on the table with sliver & crystal.
I taste the deep warm red wine on my tongue.
I smell the aroma of homemade spaghetti sauce bubbling on the stove in the kitchen.
I feel the tender touch of a soft cotton summer dress over my tan skin.
I hear the raging thunderstorm outside blowing the trees and the smooth tones of cool jazz from the stereo.

Dinner for one.


Author: nicenurse64

Hey that's awesome. That's been me for the last 4 years!!

Sounds like a great evening. Nicely written!

The eerie symphony of wolves howling
lifts in the crisp air of Alaska's morning.
City dwellers are stricken mute to listen,
reminded that people noise is alien here,
as nature's packs sing to each other.
My heart lifts and clenches at the same time,
and then the wailing sirens of nature cease,
leaving wonder and awe and a bit of fear.
Silence is a cloak.
I know that they are here.
That symphony was so wild, pure, and powerful,
that it demanded a response....

Wish you were here, Laura

Scoundrel

We were listening to Chris LeDoux, "Call of the Wild" last night. Scoundrel, this write of your's is perfect 'til my boxed in sandsnake can get there personally. Thank you for posting.

I think we've spent time in the same kitchen. lol

Nice piece. Not how we want to spend our evenings but nevertheless we do.

Very nice. Both sad and good at the same time.

Thanks sooo much for all you're replys to my piece of poetry. I was a bit nervous to post it but im very glad someone liked it.

very nice write