Big Sky

Wherever I look
Tall trees
Arrays of them
As far as one sees
And above
A big sky
Full of blue
And from me, a sigh
Escaping
A verbalisation of bliss
Encapsulated
Into the offered kiss
Placed
On your offered lips
While
Delicate finger tips
Trace
Outlines of words true
On my shoulder
As buzzard flew
To nest
Returning as eve draws nigh
Afloat
Under a big sky

Terry Rhiannyr (Terry Reader)
August, 2012