The Best..
Mesmerizingly restful an incoming tide swishing
on stones in covert beaches.
And agreeably pleasant the motorised greeting
of blooms by summertime bees.
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.
The crackles from wood on after-work
fires are warmly relaxing
as is the swish of home-winging birds
and raindrops making a splash
in puddles or murmur of night-wind
passing thru slumbering trees.
Yet always for me besting the best
are those moments most precious
whispers of sleeping contentment
when you dream next to my breast.