The breezes of spring
bellowing pitches from low to high
whipping through my tresses
that keep me warm inside,
giving movement to the rope swing out back.
A rotting apple nearby
(probably not ours)
and that bench in it's place,
a veteran with stories to tell,
where we spent sunsets
perched and burnt.
It all brings me back
to the couches we've inhabited,
proudly serving their years
and showing their battle scars
from teen angst,
and mended with duct tape.
We were all younger
dumber
naïve
and the purest we would ever be.

Now I'm flying down 87
and I have to train my mind
not to wander without purpose
so I try to remind myself
that I've been back to those rooftops,
and I know
the air will never sink in as sweet
as when we were whole,
in years lost to the breezes of spring.

Facing the day with upmost pride,
Praising each ray of warm, caring, wonderful sunlight,
No matter the weather, they shine brilliantly, as children of the earth
Being happy about rain, these flowers only grow thankful, for what it's worth
Because these rain drops may look like tears, the scene may be sad,
No sound, but the gentle tapping of the falling water onto the ground,
but a lone standing Helianthus won't feel bad,
For it felt joy in this weather,such can be difficult for some to be found
A mysterious, yet beautiful lense, once the sky opens up a little for the sunlight to travel through again, inviting a rainbow through the sound of wind,
My pessimistic outlook of this weather, the raindrops looking alike tears, changed, through it's brightness, rather don't they look like jewels of some kind ?
My heart won't be drenched by sorrow,
Alike a helianthus, I shall look softly, gently towards the sky,
Towards the azure, ceiling beyond me.

~Umi

sunlight peeks through the window
birds compose early morning songs
a gentle nudge to wake me
to greet me
good morning
the day has begun!

sticky moisture in the air
clinging to my arms
summer time kisses on my skin
small pecks to remind me
hello! it’s me! the season of warmth!

citrus smells fill the air
orange tress have b l o s s o m e d
a sweet treat for my nostrils
my taste buds thank me too

in the yards, children play
engineers in a water hose transformation
from plain yard, to a roaring waterpark
coming to a yard near you
laughter and joyful shrieks
provide proof
of this summer time fun.

summer time smiles
summer time indulgence

welcome summer, we’ve been waiting for you

A dazzling sough,
The wind blows through, across the stunning white clouds, to Earth,
A dearness of the whistling, carrying a, warm breeze makes it worth
Worth but to say nothing less than; praise the new coming day!
Rustling the leafs, shaking them, letting them dance, then sway,
The wind is a transient traveler, rushing through this worldly life,
Gathering clouds together, a delicate drizzle is what they strive for,
Distorting, carrying, leading them towards the ground, wettening them in a scenery of a wonderous sight, fertilising the soil more,
Howling in a showering yet intimitating sense of the changing scene,
Blowing over each drop of pure water on the green coloured grass,
Spring is truly a season where dreams can sore,
It gives us the idea of something greater, something more,
Coming with ups, then downs, it gets carried away by the wind,
Until finally, the sunny days of summer are to come,
Sit down with me, listen to the sighing of the wind, don't be lonesome
By the sound it makes, the gentle song which blows through our ears
Can you hear it whispering ?

~ Umi

A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Pink


Love is watching Disney together.
Love is getting better and better.
Love is with you in any weather.
Love is a promise to stay forever.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

your body, beautiful
in the sunlight
your arse in my hands
my distraction in
the lecture hall,
thinking about your
shoulder blades sliding
your pussy
pressing against mine
You against I
tectonic plates
                  shifting

under
the earth's
           surface
where were we oh
yeah
gender rolls
like thunder
claps
like lightning
sticks
in my throat
like no
was never
part of my vocabulary
Tristan & Isolde
people kinda used to
wear dresses you know  

that eagle's swoop
what made these mountains
what's the
time
        
        bubbling over
I got a lecture
to get to.

Someone once asked me: why
are you always
5 minutes late?
The answer is not
                                    always the same.

Spring where the F are you
How can I work on my allotment when you tease us with rain and snow
The beast that comes and undoes and freezes
Stopping new growth in its foot steps
Making ground cold and hard
Outhouses burst pipes like a fountain held in suspended animation
And only to a robins delite
Winter a cruel mistress who just won’t quit
I yearn for my new love ! For the warmth of sun on my skin
For roses to bloom
And birds to sing
Spring
..... hurry the F up already

(C) Ashley Kane FB

Mausam bindaas hai
Fir bhi dil udaas hai
Sab kehte hain boondein khushiyaan lehraati hain..
Fir Kyun mujhko ye sisakte aanso lagte hain

Na jaane kaise ye reet hai..?
Shrishti ki khushi..meghon ke rone mein..
Dharti ka adhikaar ya aasmaan ka badappan..
Jaane kaun sahi hai kis roop mein..?

Adhbhut anokha..
Be-missal pyaar..
Na dharti per ho sookha..
na aasmaan ho kaala..!!!

What the fuck do you want with me heart?
The whole world around me is falling apart.
my world

The sky clouds up, no sun to shine through.
Can someone- anyone?- clear up what to do?
No one?

It rains, it stops. It’s bright, it’s not.
Umbrellas are shit, in wind they get caught.
rain or sun

If drought or monsoon, it’s so hard to tell.
Storms leave answers washed up and quelled
answers?

Though answers simply may never come,
Emotion is bound, always too numb
One step, another. It will all end,
Worth fighting or not relationships bend.

What the fuck do you want with me heart?
My whole world, and yours, are falling apart.