I set upon a jaunt in sun dried air,
The rain of hours ago had passed away;
Of cobalt blue, the sky lay broad and bare,
No clouds remained to portend wet dismay.
What pleasure more to find you on my walk
Into blessed woods that beckoned warm delight,
I bade you come and join me for light talk
That we escape the numb of boredom’s blight.
We made our way into the grottoes green
Past worldly worry and the weight of bond
Into the holy peace of sylvan dreams
That nourish souls of wayward vagabonds;
There laughter joined and in locked step and stride,
Found secret places hope and love abide.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 