Beware the poetry...

[littleredchucks]

Painted Cafe


A golden line above the scene
draws in the heart and eye
With longing to be sat within
Beneath the rosé sky.

I sit among the cool shade
Painted paleness grey,
Brush strokes gently blending
Dim café and warm day.

And air is thick with lavender,
the buzz of bees and summer breeze.
Bike wheels on cobbles, a distant bell,
Float through the leaves on trees.

Wine rings form a pattern
upon the rough wood grain,
I trace the sticky circles
as they dry in to the stain.

Gold light washes my fingers
as I melt into the scene
A shadow in the painting
Beneath the ivy green.