The soothing Sunday thoughts: This warm August night
I would love to take this warm August night
that stretches like a soft fog over the garden
and preserve it as a green fragrant scarf
for the cold winter nights.
I would love to wrap around me this warm August night
when everything is so tranquil and we are all alive,
I would weave my thoughts like threads into this scarf
for all dark days with clouds, but no silver lining,
for times when I am lost and floating in an unfriendly universe,
for days that happen to show up from nowhere
when something persistently nags my subconscious mind.
Our life has so many broken dreams and forgotten promises.
I would love to take this warm August night
and fold it neatly as a green fragrant scarf
and put it away,
put it away so far that I hardly can find it,
so far away that when I find it
I can recall this warm August night
and believe the sadness disappears with the fading darkness of night
and this scarf feels again like a warm fog around my shoulders
to prevent from death and frost.
