A balmy wind blows
Like a lovers gentle breath
On skin warm and moist
Greeting eminent summer
As a returning hero
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A balmy wind blows
Like a lovers gentle breath
On skin warm and moist
Greeting eminent summer
As a returning hero
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do I dare walk this twisted mile
Beneath the sway of the weeping willow canopy.
An aire of pecan and clover
Floats on a warm moist wind,
Hypnotizing my senses.
Lured like steel to magnet
I saunter on my dream swept way.
Grassy fields cropped to a dandy’s perfection,
Paint a canvas of green
Dimpled with the smiling faces of daisies.
In the distance,
The silhouette of a weary plow horse
Pinches the emerald horizon,
As it grazes to reinvigorate.
With each yard strode,
A cloud of dust, summoned by my wake
Climbs to the heavens,
Whisked skyward by the tepid breeze.
Stricken by the silence,
Only the swirling song of Morning Doves for company,
I reminisce of a time before my time.
What simplicity in this wanton beauty,
If only this were home.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The band playing,
Something Caribbean and acoustic.
Cigarette smoke swirling,
Thick and dreamy,
Like a storm cloud overhead.
Reminiscent of Bogie and Bacall.
Tropical breezes,
Twisted by bamboo fans,
Deliberate spin.
Ice tinkles as it slides to the bottom of the empty glass.
Another scotch,
Single malt on the rocks.
Humidity in the air,
Sweat streams like the gulf tide.
Cotton shirt,
A combination of moisture and salt.
The pattern of the tropics.
Surf sounds,
Rolling gently,
Up the sugar sand shore.
Moon glistening,
Off the albino caps.
Palm fronds,
Softly rustle high overhead,
Breaking the silhouette,
Of the tangerine moon.
There is no place I’d rather be.
Tropical breeze,
Kettle drums,
Smell of the ocean,
And single malt,
Surely this must be…
Heaven on earth.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~