Today, I planted a seed.
Laboring to follow cycles decreed.
The fertile soil I tilled
and the water I spilled.
Both blanket my treasure -
an anchor sprouting, I closely measure.
Taking root, it bears stem,
blooming to peak: a potent gem.
Now, the leaves broach to unfurl,
elevating dawn with a blossoming pearl.

another day is almost done
scented bubbles - an anticipation
warm water calls her by her name:
a relaxing "mom time" accommodation

with exhalation, hands gently grasping
a book binding worn to smooth
eyes lusting for a deep escape
each written word meant to soothe

her heart covertly coveting,
for a short time, an empty abode
her favorite novel only just begun
short self-care arrangement is bestowed

time ticks its fast advancement
bathwater wrinkles, besetting
children caterwauling with woes of needs
each knock - a sound on nerves - upsetting

husband now calling through the door
she's pleading for a moments peace:
"One more page," she responds to all
hoping for the complaints to cease

an amused lilt adorns two crimson lips
with a first glimpse into the deep saffron sunset of eve
crystalline aquamarine pools cast a gaze
taking delight in this time escaped

wisps of your lemon-gilded hair flee their bindings
as we steal into the lilac-hued fields of night
hand in hand, we behold the tangerine arc of the graceful sun
slipping into peaceful slumber 'neath a blanket of hillside

ne'er before seen guileless beauty follows
in the appearance of distilled magical faerie light:
auroras floating by in lavender and chartreuse swirls
across the charcoal painted skies

twinkling coral celestials reign overhead
smiling upon our watermelon-shaded cheeks
from chilled whispering words of ardor
breezing by in this, our color-breathed eventide