Tin Patter Dream

Pit pat pit

rat ta tat tat

pit pat pat ping

roof above our heads dares to sing

lying in your arms under quilt

a soft slumber after lover’s throes

one way to spend a rainy day

in mind’s eye no longer alone

within this cabin: we are home

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s