Close to sleep

Close to sleep on a winter’s afternoon,

but hearing the liquid sounds of garden

birds singing to my ageing memories;

and remembering the soft watery light

on your dark hair and eyes like pools at

night, and how we have kept the seasons

sweet together; and enjoying a reverie

of dream honeybees gathering pollen

for whatever tomorrows may yet come.


(Julian O’Dea)

2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on July 10, 2016 at 4:01 pm

    I don’t think that it was your intent, but that really speaks to bears.


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