The warm May sun
plants kisses my skin
as late spring days
bring new beginnings.

I close my eyes and listen
to busy birds singing
as they build nests with care,
weaving a safe home
for their chicks to share.

I do love the clear May mornings,
when the garden is bejewelled
with dew-kissed leaves
that sparkle when catching the sunlight.

I look at the countryside,
draped in emerald green,
as I watch the breeze rippled fields
create a stunning artist's scene.

I smile as flowers stand waving,
as they greet all who pass
with vibrant cheer,
much to many a humble
bumblebee's delight.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I sit in quiet, alone in thoughts.
Suddenly, I hear your endless whispers calling my name.

They flow like a gentle stream in the bay,
soft and familiar, yet slowly fading.

The fading noise lingers, and I hold on,
though your words slip further from my memory.

I sit in quiet, alone in my thoughts
The silence remains but the thoughts still linger in my head