Rosemary, Lavender and Sage

I want to close my eyes and fall asleep listening to birdsong and the music of waters.

I want to sleep until I wake on my own; plush, fur-like fleece against my skin.

I want my heavy eyelids to close to dream-free rest instead of restless waking dreams.

I want cool breezes to brush against my skin instead of fevered, nightmare damp.

I want to wake to the sounds of dawn: lapping waves, happily chirping songbirds, and the scents of dew-dropped herbs and rose.

I want to greet the morning with freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon toast; sun dappling across worn linens, cats and dogs resting chins against my limbs:
grateful for each new hour.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 06 July 2019