Sounds.
Repetitive cooing of an unmated wood pigeon
seems so tenderly moving.
An amalgam of voices making dinner-time chat
sounds surprisingly soothing.
Mesmerizingly restful an incoming tide swishing
on stones in covert beaches.
And agreeably pleasant the motorized greeting
of blooms by afternoon bees.
Rhythmical rocking of rails on fast trains might
quickly my mind hypnotize.
Resonance trembles from waterfalls dropping
to vibrational silence.
And what of those
somnolent tocks after the ticks by my
grandfather clock
or the continuous sizzle as near-boiling
my kettle sings on the hob.
Those crackles from wood on after-work
fires are warmly relaxing
as is the swish of slow-winging birds and
rain on panes making a splash
or Summer\'s light murmur of night-wind
passing thru slumbering trees.
Yet none of these soothing rhythms come
near besting the best for me.
The most favourite sounds and gentlest
are the whispers of sleepy contentment
as your head rests on my grateful breast.